A Proper Brightonian
I’m a proper Brightonian
I come from Milner Flats
Living there was pandemonium
We were worse off, than the rats
I’m really from this city
Proper born and bred
For my gang, school was shitty
We went on the rob instead
We had to forage for food in bins
Bohemian, for us was just a song
We stole beer, from the liquor store called “Unwins“
This city is where I belong
The Muesli mountain, did not exist
The homeless were called tramps
They were normally all pissed
Or asleep under our skateboard ramps
We started the deals at a park called the Level
Selling “tenths” of squidgy and black
Some say the work of the Devil
Who cares, I’m from Milner Flats
About the Creator
Warwick Holding
I’ve always been a storyteller, I’d love to say I was a writer, but I can’t. If people were even reading this on the toilet. I’d be humbled.
I write short, but true stuff, I try to mix honesty with humour, because it’s the only way I know
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