Indeed I SwearA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenGlasgowIndeed I Swear I guess you could see me profound, but there will be no eloquent soliloquys nor elegant low bows of chivalry from me. For I am indeed a child of the backstreets where the urchins of Blackhill, Easterhouse, Riddrie and the Gorbals roamed by day and the razor cut a red slash under the cover of dark in the name of green or blue, Catholic against Protestant. No mean city lived up to its name with rain soaked streets lined with dark foreboding tenements, their closes looking like the caves of wild men with rats dallying among the sewage and discarded tin cans in backyards strewn with flapping wet washing on lines strung between leaning dark green posts and walls daubed in screaming paint, ‘Tongs Ya Bass!’ And yet when the sun shone the hair netted women in wash coats gathered in the poverty of communities united in despair to pass the time of day before returning with a smile to their daily chores mending well-worn clothes as they listen to Housewives Choice and watch bubbling stew in large pots on flaming stoves, gas meters fed with shillings scraped from the Family Allowance to ensure full bellies for working and idle men. So grew my penchant for profanity and I am f*****g glad I left.
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3 Reviews Added on October 27, 2014 Last Updated on October 29, 2014 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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