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rapsscallion
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About that Angel
It was like glass, the river I mean. Sorry I'll go back to the beginning. I was walking into Town along the riverside path. No I'll go right back to the beginning. I mean when I got made an Angel. Yes like the one in my poem. Yes I know you don't believe me. I said that in the poem and i'm sorry for swearing at you all, but its not easy being an Angel. It's strange how it happens. I mean I'm retired, good Pension, having the second childhood and all that and chasing grannies to see how many I can screw. So what do I want with all this bloody grief? Oh yes, he laid it right on me, said he knew I was feeling "� purposeless,"� and looking for something to do like, so he had a job for me. Unbefuckinglievable, yes exactly my thoughts. Me a Goddam Angel. I thought he was taking the piss, but then when you think about it he's always doing things like that. Well what can you say? You can't tell him to eff off can you, no, you can't, and neither could I. Where does he get these ideas from I mean the Countries swarming with people with degrees in "medieval needlework," and what not , how can he pick on the likes of... No he says I'm perfect and I've had all the training. Training, what bloody training? He says I've been training all my life to be a cold hearted son of a *****, and that's what was needed. I asked him if I got any special powers to help me? He says i was going to be an Angel not Harry Potter and his wand. I had to engineer it so they sorted themselves out, and no magic tricks. Anyway he said, he didn't know any." I always thought nice guys would make the best Angels but he said "no they burn out too easily and don't get the job done." I was still worried so he said, " I was such a silly bastard that he would let me fall in love with the first woman that needed sorting out, and that frankly they needed me like a hole in the head, but it would teach me the final lesson when they dumped me. He also said that "if he wasn't so short staffed at the moment he wouldn't bother with all of this mullarky and training. He pointed out all the "on the job " training I'd had, so to speak. Like all those young lasses I humped and didn't give a **** for. Well he says," that's how you've got to be now. be aloof like." Aloof , my *** how can you do that? He says that's how I was with those lasses so he's not asking me to do something I'd not done before. What could I say especially when he said that "this time, me being a ****, would be for their own good." He could see that I was still worried, and he said, " Now don't worry as he might be being a bit harsh," " I'll tell you you what," he said, "I'll only let you see their pain, so that you can emphasise with them but you wont feel it, or care, So don't try to top yourself when the going gets tough, because we don't like queue jumpers here. Crying is a no, no too." The riverside path? Well I usually walk straight into town but I decided to stop for a coffee in the quayside cafe. There was this lass, a woman actually, drinking wine and she was crying. The Cathedral clock struck eleven and I thought "��Here we go again."�� P.S read the poem , An Angel |
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