Salmon and trout, all be out.
And make sure they’re not after.
Have a drink boy, grow up quick boy.
Be just like your father.
Ignore all change, forget to hope.
Learn to live with racist jokes.
Walk the line, sharp as whisky.
Make sure you’re dead before you’re sixty.
Why are you crying?
What’s the problem here?
Can’t you see I’m lying.
Can’t you see I’m lost in fear.
Man up boy, shake off those feelings.
Take on the challenge of dirty dealings.
Respect me, fear me, and do so silently.
And grow up hating every part of me.

A very powerful take on coming of age. Beautifully written, Mark!
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Thanks Tom, humour and the horror.
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Scary how this pattern still remains true for so many.
Great piece.
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Thanks Chris, but yes…hopefully the change comes with time.
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Yes, there’s always hope for a more thoughtful, compassionate and caring future.
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God willing!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THERE ARE PEOPLE JUST LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!
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Sadly, but hopefully the changes will come for the better.
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LET’S HOPE SO! 😀 IN THE SON’S LIFE.
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AY* I’m not like my father
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We can always choose.
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It’s really and indeed the best to know and feel who we are, like sayin’ to be yourself 😉 BEcause everyone of us is unique and whatsoever belongs to that essentiell, more than just an aspect there is no choice at all
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