Or perhaps: electric shock

I was spare….my teeth were good and do you know frozen to the spot every inch of me.

I hate it all….down…………….trodden….all those people drinking….swallowing words, just listen.

I don’t work anymore…I’ll never again.....no not here....can’t get used to it…all that human activity…pah!

3 steps only:

1. Who was it in the room? I fell on the bottom step and broke my teeth.

2. Tried to climb on to the roof from the 3rd step.

3. Climbed out of the door but it was the window.

So they visit you just to remind you or was it to tell you….and why a little girl. Anyway they said electric shock treatment would stop me drinking, shot in the head….see…….. So quietly. Not a rabbit but a habit…shot out.

She came to the room so silent, it was even sly and scary. They came wild.....that c a p I t a i n with his big boots and missing buttons and gold front teeth and smelling of vinegar. Wam bam.

So now I take my time and you take your time just take your time and now today the building is painted blue.