Poetry

THE SANDWICH

By 26th February 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

“What are you doing there…my little nigger boy…
What are you eating? Oh! Bread…
Bread thrown out for the birds?…
Is that what you’re eating?
Who said you could eat that bread…eh?
Did you ask the birds if you could eat their bread?
Well! Did you?…Answer me…
Look at me when I’m talking to you…
Did you ask the birds if you could eat their food?
Did the birds give you permission to eat their food?
No?…Nothing to say?…
Well! I’ve got something to say…
I’ve got a lot to say…
You’ve stolen the bird’s food…
Haven’t you?…You naughty little nigger boy.
Well! You’d better eat it then. Hadn’t you?
You’d better eat it all up…every last bit.
The birds won’t want to eat it now…
Not after it’s been in your dirty little mouth.
Here…it’s a bit dry…isn’t it?
Why don’t we put some spread on it?
Shall we put a bit of spread on it?
Here we are…here is some spread…
Better than butter…isn’t it?
Let’s put this spread on it…
There we are. Now…eat it…
Go on…eat it you naughty little nigger boy.
If you don’t eat it you will go back in that place…
You know where I mean…
Now…eat your sandwich…eat it all up…
Mmm…delicious…yum yum.
There! You see…not too bad. Is it?
Now! Don’t let me catch you stealing the bird food again.”

That taste…the taste of that spread…
The taste of that spread on the ‘sandwich’…
That bitter tasting spread…
That bitter tasting sandwich…
I remember it even now…
After all these years…I never forgot the taste.
It makes me want to puke…
Bird shit sandwich…
Ugghh…disgusting!

Kevin M Welsh

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