So I got punched on the nose
When I was just trying to go home
Just after I got off the escalator at King's Cross.
So he hit me
Unprovoked,
fork knows what his problem was.
About to lose my faith in humanity.
Then as I was stunned reeling
on the floor.
Six people came
to check I was okay
rubbing my shoulders
Holding me.
These wonderful passersby
didn't.
Gave me napkins to stop my nosebleeds
Some pain-killers
Some yogurt drink
'You'll need some sugar...'
Gosh.
'Are you okay?'
I guess, yes.
But a bit concussed.
Cause the great people in the world outnumber the bad
Seven to one.
* For Jo Holloway. The angel saint at Kings' Cross Station. x
Sunday, 23 November 2014
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Jesus. Hope you're okay? xxx
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ReplyDeleteI can't stand most of what you write, Fagburn, but I'm really sorry to hear this. It's good to know that people helped. As you say: seven to one. All the best to you. xx
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