just for you
growing up here
in this town
was never hard to do
we pissed in rivers
and posed as coppers
then set out baffling you
for enjoyment of a weekday
I took the kids
to school
and all the mothers
looked at me
like I was the bloody fool
while little knowing
that I was special
different, sort of thing
my children grew up
in my presence
pity them; not me
for I am happy
being me
beyond hope and despair
(if ever I’m found out
I’ll kill
myself
I will
I swear)