(C) Grief, Trevor Maynard 2015

Grief

Saw this motorcyclist, no head
Later found out it was a woman on a moped
Car pulled out in front
Old geezer apparently

He was a right cunt, then

He was a bit naughty
But the point is, it was the night me dad died

Well weird

There is a pause

In which the one mate

Looks at the other mate and
Decides to accept his friend’s failings

 

He slipped away
Well with this hideous death rattle
Like bad snoring that makes you anxious

Cunt

George, do you keep having say that?


Well, anyway, he died that day
And then the missus and me saw this headless thing
So much blood, we didn't know whether it was a man or woman

I ain’t be funny, or anything, but couldn't you tell

The blood, you prick, didn't see a fucking thing
And me dad had just died

Cunt

Stop saying that
            I don’t mean he is a cunt

            I mean it was a cuntish thing to do, die


There is a pause

In which the one mate

Looks at the other mate and
Decides to accept his friend’s failings, again


I'll get ‘em in, then.