My old dad used to walk with me
along the country lanes.
Side by side in silence, then:
‘Listen son, about our little games.
It’s just a bit of fun, you see,
no need to be distressed.
So don’t tell your fuckin’ mother,
or I’ll break your fuckin’ neck.’
Then we’d walk home together,
silent as the grave.
He died before I had the chance
to make him pay.