At semi-private school, forced to eat
my dinner after all the other
boys had left (and while, I was reminded,
little Indian and Chinese boys were starving) -
pickled beetroot with slimy white sauce,
tripe, tongue, steak and kidney pie,
liver whose main feature
was tubes like hollowed-out grey larvæ -
I would much rather have been sucked
or fondled, or even kissed
(but definitely not fucked)
by the biology or Latin teacher.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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