who lives on a 'social welfare' pittance
no greater than my own,
frets about the size and performance of his penis,
is terrified of tenderness,
has a lovely hairy dog
called Bébé, Doudou or Stan,
and grows Grass for his unlimited consumption,
was arrested for driving an uninsured
car without a licence (not his first offence)
- and with THC in his bloodstream.
his tattered identity-card was four years
out of date. He is one
of the law-enforcers' more gratifying cases.
Since he cannot possibly
pay the inevitable large fine, he faces
confinement in a centre of correction.
He said to me, sadly, smiling:
Life is just one long rejection.