Stephen Robins3 Aug 2006

I once lived on the Isle of Dogs in a penthouse flat. During my occupancy I had to pass a "parade" of shops. Without fail they congregated outside the Paki shop and called me a cunt on my way home. It is difficult to see who has had the last laugh as they never really knew what they were missing out on and they got to hang out of the back of fourteen-year-old girls without fear of repurcussion, it was what was expected of them. I, on the other hand, am expected to become a pillar of society, yet I spend half my life writing foul poetry about women's poons.