Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Child-abuse in 1950.

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.

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