Block it out...

I.                          II.

i'm 6                   "shut up and
they give me     eat your chips"
beer and             scott's mum
panadol              on dole day
to stop it            her arms are

the hunger         badly tapped

mum's eyes        i think
got jabbed         the ugly jerk
her beau            takes it
beats her           for
but not me        the t.a.b.

i run fast            the money

mr. ginger         i like to walk
too much          through the tip
smoke               junk and me
looks like          we alike
a sheila on        some

friday nights     treasure there

mum cries         yesterday
a lot                  we hear
we walk            yelling
we talk but       i hold
not about         mum's hand

anything           it feels safe

III.

we run              or
there's police    jumped
dead body        like
on pavement    they
maybe he         do,

o-deed             not sure