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so i was young
so i was homeless
so i was
young

so i was alone
staring at that
fuck awful famous monument
in trafalgar square
trying to make sense
of the 20 years of electrifying nonsense
that had led me to that bench

so you took me to where
it was warm
(and voices said don't go)
and you fed me
and you washed your hands and cock
in a bucket of piss
you said was 10 days old
(and voices said get out)
and you showed me a machete
locked the door
and fucked my ass
until you could fuck no more
(and ice glittered on the window)


you threw me out
slammed the door
and i had to knock
and ask
if i could have my sleeping bag
(please)

so go
lock your door
pick up your machete
and use it


( note for the curious or prurient:
all the tests showed negative and i'm heterosexual)
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