Mr Scribble came with his blue staffy
He hadn’t eaten for two days
Bluey was well fed though
I told him I missed his devil’s horns tatts along his temples
He grinned and said he would ban his children having tatts
cos the laser removal hurt like hell
Mr Scribble would be homeless for the night
Mrs kicked them out cos coming down from a bad trip
They escaped before taking her punches for the 26th times this year
and it’s only April
He knew I offered them no shelter
He knew I offered them the staff shower facilities
so he would be clean and human again after a day’s work
and back again the next day to demolish more buildings
He called that going to anger management therapy
They stayed for a bit
He told me some more tales of his 5 brothers
except the one visited his room too often
He told me God bless me and my family
like every time before they left my office
I watched their backs to see them off like every time
I prayed for a safe and cosy corner on the street for the night
Mr Scribble and his blue staffy
He was hungry and Bluey was happy
Flicker of Thoughts 