I once slapped my brother across the face,
it hurt me more than him, the palm of
my right hand is still red.
You see, we lived in a small flat - I had bought
a pair of shoes, they were unused and shiny;
was going to put them on that Saturday evening
to impress my friends; but my brother beat me to it.
I was so furious I cried; “it is only a pair of shoes”
my mother bleated in the background.
This was fifty years ago, I now know the difference
of what is important and what is nothing to bother about,
but sod it all...he shouldn’t have taken my fu*king shoes.
