KID MINDING. (STRONG LANGUAGE)

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They had a bird in a cage and she had
A moustache and he wore a cap even

In the house and the rooms smelt of dinners
And dying and you sat at the table

Waiting for bread and butter and thinking
About the kids playing out in the streets

And the trains rushing along the rail tracks
Across the way and birdseed fell from the

Cage over the table and the bird sang
And the old man said shut the fuck up and

The old woman came in with the bread
And butter on a small cream plate and mug

Of brown coffee and placed it on the round
Table and you thought of your mother at

Work at the hospital and you biting
Into the bread and butter stared at the

Old man rolling a cigarette and he
Said what? You never seen anyone roll

A cigarette before? Eh, kid? But you
Said nothing, just stared as he put it in

His mouth along with his few teeth and he
Lit up and blew smoke over the table

And the bird sang and more seeds fell from the
Cage and the old woman came in with two

Plates while puffing a cigarette between
Lips swaying her over ripe butt and hips.