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Cutting The Line

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Cutting the Line 

 

I thought I was underprivileged

Till Dad took me to Billy and Peg’s

Where I came face to face with such desperate folk

Society’s unwanted dregs

Irish Billy and Peg ran a flophouse

Where poor souls paid a bob for the night

To kip, on a length of clothesline

From one wall to t’other pulled tight

The Last Chance Saloon, in the centre of Town

Where the stench of stale piss burnt your eyes

And to sleep was nigh-on impossible

Midst the foulness, and buzzing of flies

To my shame this wasn’t a charity mission

We weren’t here to help these poor folk

But to cut the line… and skittle ‘em over

Which was my dad’s idea of a joke

And me, his unwilling accomplice

His twelve year old partner in crime

He’d made this my dastardly rite of passage

To sneak in… and cut the line

 

   Cut the bloody line Son

   Just cut the bloody line

   Show ‘em what you’re made of

   Or you ain’t no son of mine

   Kick a dog when it’s down

   These scumbags are lower than swine

   Show ‘em that we’re better

   And cut the bloody line

 

I thought I was underprivileged

But my eyes were opened for sure

Nine silhouettes in the doom and the gloom

As I glanced about through the back door

Marionettes in human form

Real people hanging on rope

Suspended ghouls, defying gravity

Devoid of all reason and hope

A miserable blanket doubled up as a blackout

With a segment of light from its fall

Where the rising sun sent in rays of hope

Projected onto the far wall

The projected image, looked just like a smile

Bitter irony, I just have to say

For no God in heaven smiled down on this lot

On this their judgement day

My Dad had delivered his verdict

Being destitute their only crime

And me… the reluctant henchman

To sneak in… and cut the line

 

   Cut the bloody line Son

   Just cut the bloody line

   It’ll be funny as frig to see folk fall

   Headfirst in their own grime

   Cut the bloody line son

   Just cut the bleedin’ thing

   A dénouement to a puppet show

   For the people on the string

  

 

I thought I was underprivileged

Till I entered that heinous back room

Where my eyes became used to the darkness

And faces appeared from the gloom

Nine real people, not just silhouettes

Folk that I’d seen about town

An ex-serviceman, who had once served us proud

But whose luck had run out, and was down

I recognised the old man with a beard

Who begged by the market for coppers

Only to spend it on liquor

Amphetamine sulphate and poppers

Saddest of all was a girl of sixteen

Too young to be selling her charms

For the cost of a night on the clothesline

And the muck that she shot in her arms

How could my Dad be so cruel?

To wish such ill will on these nine

And to ask me to join in his madness

To sneak in… and cut the line

 

   Cut the bloody line Son

   Just cut the bloody line

   Show ‘em what you’re made of

   Or you ain’t no Son of mine

   These losers are merely pond-life

   To fester in their own grime

   Show them that we’re better

   And cut the bloody line

 

I no longer felt underprivileged

A comparative millionaire

Relativity gains new perspectives

When sited among such despair

How could my Dad be so wicked?

And I be, so cruel as to help

My Dad was The Devil incarnate

And I… The Devil’s Whelp

When The Devil gives out his orders

None but the brave can refuse

And me… a cowardly boy of just twelve

To tend to his whims and amuse

I took the knife in my hand

Ashamed of the harm I was doin’

To the nine common people, who’d done me no wrong

But whose day I was going to ruin

I looked to the sky for guidance

Please God, give me a sign

Deliver me from evil

And stop me from cutting the line

 

 

      Cut the bloody line Son

      Just cut the bloody line

      It’ll be funny as frig to see folk fall

     Headfirst in their own grime

      Cut the bloody line son

      Just cut the bleedin’ thing

      A dénouement to a puppet show

      For the people on the string

 

Dilemma upon dilemma

Do wrong…. Or disappoint Dad

I was between a rock and a hard place

With the options that I had

Tears welled in my eyes

As I sought inspiration divine

But even if I wanted to

I couldn’t cut the line

 

   I can’t cut the bloody line Dad

   I won’t cut the bloody line

   And if that means, tha’ll disown me

   Then I’ll be no son of thine

   I look to you for guidance

   A moral compass of mine

   So please don’t judge me harshly

   But I just can’t cut the line

    

Flophousecrueltyunderprivileged

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Comments

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kJ Walker

Thu 15th Nov 2018 07:16

Thanks Beno. And good to see you back.

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Tue 13th Nov 2018 08:05

This was a completely stunning read.
Thanks, Beno.

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kJ Walker

Tue 13th Nov 2018 07:19

Thanks Jon, Brian, Martin, Hugh, Anya and Don. Sorry for rambling, but I tend to write with my open mic in mind. We have 5 minutes each, so I try to keep just within that limit. I will try to keep them shorter in future, but most of my poems tell a story, so I find it hard to keep the word count down.

Cheers Kevin

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Don Matthews

Mon 12th Nov 2018 10:47

Like Martin I don't usually like long poems but this held me till the end.

The last stanza made the statement I was hoping for.

You have spent a lot of time and effort on this. Well done ?

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Hugh

Mon 12th Nov 2018 08:49

Gripping right to the end with a fabulous flow of words and rhyme.

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Martin Elder

Mon 12th Nov 2018 08:13

I don't normally read poems this long as I have a short attention span. But this one is absolutely excellent. I love the interjection of the rhyme running through the piece that helps to make it what it is.

Nice one

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Mon 12th Nov 2018 08:12

The line that couldn't be crossed Kage.

Great stuff!

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 12th Nov 2018 06:55

Great poem

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