BLAH FUCKING BLAH

  i
  am
  40
fucking 3
fucking
  mythyears
  old
  and
  i
  am
  out-
fucking-side
  in 
  the
fucking flat dishcloth grey 
fucking daytime jobless 
  no-
fucking-where  
  and
  i  
  walk 
  across 
  the 
fucking playing field thats wet and 
fucking littered in beer tins and fag boxes
  that
  someone
  built
  into
  a
fucking cardboard-aluminium tower
  right
  on
  the middle of
  the
  cricket crease
  and
  i
fucking kick it down dont i
  and 
  the
fucking allotments that are 
fucking forgotten and 
fucked with weeds
  where
  creepyarse
fucking 
  scarecrows
fucking stare me out dont they
  and
  past 
  the
fucking fire station
  thats
  down
  to
  one
fucking engine these
fucking days
  and
  down 
  the 
fucking oldnew schizo street 
  of
  rabbit hutch newbuilds
  and
  tiny door wicker antiques
  to 
  the 
fucking cafe
  used
  to
  be
  a
  barbers didnt it
  back in the
fucking kfc-free phoneless day
  where 
  i 
  have 
  a 
fucking sandwich with ketchup and
fucking floppy bacon 
  and
fucking coffee of
fucking course
fucking burnthot and cheapbitter 
  and
  i 
fucking sat there in all the 
fucking plastic wonder
  looking
  at
  my
fucking trainers thatre
fucking wet from the
fucking wet 
fucked beer tin field
  and 
  my
fucking hands are whiteblue in the indoor
fucking chill 
fucking cold takes the atmosphere out of
fucking anywhere you know
  and
  i
  got
  my
  notepad
  and
fucking pen out on the 
fucking tablecloth like theyre
fucking condiments too
  but
  for
  the
fuck list
  of 
fucking swears i strugglemanaged to 
fucking
  write 
  down
  there
  in
  a
  weak
  spasm
  of
  parboiled halfrage 
  to-
fucking-day

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