The Orcud Sod by Paul Brookes

When she’s got her head on
nobody can do nowt right.

You offer to carry some of the weight.
She shrugs you off and struggles uphill.

And you know later she’ll say it’s allus
her does everything and you do nowt.

And when tha does do owt, summat
allus gets brok, like dozen eggs

smashed over pavement when you said:
“Give us that here,” to help her out.

Later she’ll say her shoulders and wrists hurt,
and you do nothing to help.

Says you’re an orcud sod.

Paul Brookes was poetry performer with “Rats for Love” and his work included in “Rats for Love: The Book”, Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was “The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley”, Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live.

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