"DON'T EVER DARE to CRY",
Such were the First Words
He heard from his Uncle.
The Village where his Uncle lived
was full of FIST-FIGHTERS.
Every Friday
Notorious Lads
drank BITTER PINT of IRISH ALE
Right in the DOWTOWN
And Little BOY wondered a lot
WHY THE FUCK HIS CHILDHOOD had to be so FUCKING BRUTAL?
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"MOM! "
"Whuh?
"AM I GUILTY dat I'm IRISH?"
"REMEMBER what Ya UNCLE told Ya"
"DON'T EVER DARE to WEEP like some lil' Punch-Bag Pussy?"
Another Slap received.
And tis' time his Mother didn't wipe the Blood streaming from Nose
"You see? The more You complain about being IRISH
The less I feel ANGRY"
ANOTHER SLAP followed by End of her Speech
"But MOM!"
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YOU ARE READING
Tell me more about Your Pain
PoesíaHe forgot to wear his Favourite Hat on his Path to Subway Station As always Clenching the Teeth Without Curiosity to Taste anything Peculiar in Particular
