westid

you should think on and don’t assume because you seen me a bastard, that it means you know one just from being in the same room

actually if you do remember some of my earlier works, for 21 glorious years i was a bastard but at the time i was the one and only – perfectly depicted classic example of an only child

here’s something i only get out of the cabinet on special occasions. a poem that makes me feel like the bastard i used to be, so alcoholic, unemployed and completely free

the rolling english road / g k chesterton :-

before the roman came to rye or out to severn strode
the rolling english drunkard made the rolling english road
a reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire
and after him the parson ran the sexton and the squire
a merry road, a mazy road and such as we did tread
the night we went to birmingham by way of beachy head

i knew no harm of bonaparte and plenty of the squire
and for to fight the frenchman i did not much desire
but i did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
to straighten out the crooked road an english drunkard made
where you and i went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands
the night we went to glastonbury by way of goodwin sands

his sins they were forgiven him, or why do flowers run
behind him and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
the wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which
but the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch
god pardon us, nor harden us, we did not see so clear
the night we went to bannockburn by way of brighton pier

my friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage
or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age
but walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth
and see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death
for there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen
before we go to paradise by way of kensal green

well now, i seem to have felt that one tonight. tears definitely being shed, i might play up to being a bastard sometimes … but i’ll never stop being a soft cunt. say what you wanna say about me, but everyone knows that

i don’t wanna do this on my own anymore.