JUDGE / Mr. LANEGAN, I sentence you as a habitual offender to eighteen months in prison, one month for every year of your short shitty life. Good luck son. But wait a minute, I can see here on your rap sheet that every one of these offences are drug or alcohol related... Madam prosecutor, I am shocked that it did not occur to you that this boy needs help.....

And so it began

Who are you calling a boy, mister?

I took umbrage at that

I was an idiot
wilfully ignorant of nearly everything
but no on could have told me that

I wasn’t having it
or anything for that matter
I hated most people

And authorities? Forget it
I was an exceptionally
hard case a confirmed

Misanthrope even
though I couldn’t
have told you what that meant

Or how to spell it
as always my main concerns
concerned getting over

Getting high, getting
fucked and
getting the fuck out

That was it. Not necessarily
in order yes I
was an idiot, barely literate

Untethered from conventional
boundaries and
never smart

But no one could
have ever told me that

No fucking way