Four walk into the chip shop.
high drunk and half mad.
A fag, a pretty hippy girl, two brothers.
They order sausage suppers and chips
and cans of irn bru. the bad diet of a
bad state for the bodies of fools.
greasy carbohydrate cardboard.
A bald headed guy walks into the shop.
He too, in his holiness, is drunk.
Acts a little bit of a cunt.
When lo! One of the brothers
switches on his animal insides and says
‘Are you staring at my brother?’
‘Yes I am. How?’ Replies the bald headed one.
The two brothers leap over the table. They fly
for the bald headed man. The waid into him
like he was a punch back. The attack his head
with fierce blows. They jump up and down
upon his back and chest. The swing large
bull size fists into his skull and kick him
kick and kick and kick and the hard slap
of skin against bone deafens the shop.
everyone is watching switched on
in the terror of the shop
hopeless and helpless
struck dumb with the violence
a daft crowd shitting in its underwear
the two borthers continue to beat
the bald man. who is saying nothing.
he is taking the beating well. his body
is making all the noise: slaps and thumbs
and crunches and snaps and grunts and
snorts.
they burst through a small hatch
onto the opposite side of the counter
the two polish ladies behind the counter
scream in terror as the bald one
slashes down to the ground and
blood pours from his nose and skull
they scream: STOP!! STOP!!
the two brothers do not even hear her calls.
they continue to pound the man and jump
upon his body as though he were a piece
of wood they were trying to snap.
The Fag gets up from the table and shouts
KILL IT! STOP IT! STOP THIS!
but the brothers don’t hear his call either
they are switched on in their animal element
their eyes brainwashed with a primal rage
a primal instincit to beat the living shit out
of this bald headed man.
the crowd look on. what can they do!?
civil impartialists cannot stop wars.
they will happily be walked over for eternity.
submissive weaklings.
as the bald man can take no more.
he leaps and lunges. one of the brothers
grabs a can of juice and crashes it
into the mans skull. he takes six
cans of irn bru and pounds them into
the guys head. one after the other.
he crushes them off his head
like he was a wall. a wall of hate.
a wall of rage. imagine a raging fire
burning inside your mind forever.
the fire of anger. it did not stop.
the floor had blood. the cans sprayed.
the fag and the pretty hippy girl
got their shit and walked out that
door. they wanted love. simple
love. none of this violent bullshit.
none of this bravado machoism.
what the fuck was that all about?
who are these people and what
the fuck hates them so much?
the fag and the hippy
walk off fast. home.
the two brothers leave not long after.
the bald headed man is actually standing
soaked in his own blood. still raring
to be destoryed. still mad enough
for more pain. for more defeat.
the two brothers run off
and go and play a game of pool
in a near by pub.
the fag and the hippy
are at a loss for words
words like
futile
desolate
furious
hell
prison
vicious
poison
shark
come to mind.
there is no end in sight.