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Consider It Brought

(written 18 Feb 2015)

Long ago, in the eighties, when you were aged two
Tweedledee, I was running with hoods,
Not some lame-ass, pimp posh boys like you
Tweedledee, but real bona fide no-goods.
I took chauffeured Rolls Royces with millionaires,
I gambled a fortune with minimum cares,
I drank quite as much as anyone dares,
Quaffed champagne and cognac by the quart...
Then retired aged twenty, 
My liver trashed plenty, 
My lungs ached, my nerves were wound taut.
I did it to write about, get me inspired,
But up in the drugs and the drink I got mired,
Nearly thirty years later I'm giving it thought;
If it's old skool you think that you want — consider it brought. 

Now the learning I'm putting on you and your twin 
Tweedledee, may well strike you as mean,
But because both of you have got elephant skin
Tweedledee, I need bullets this keen.
Just what do you think you are doing with crack?
And why did you go behind Tweedledum's back?
I'd like to deliver a kick to your sack
'Cause you don't know the trouble you wrought:
When people get hurt 
And then treated like dirt,
It still happened if you don't get caught.
And by shaming the victim and blaming the drugs 
You and Tweedledum make yourselves scum-sucking mugs,
You're ethically barren, your reason's contort;
If your thinking needs straightening out — consider it brought.

Straightened out brings me right onto you, as for you
Tweedledum, one big thing please get straight:
All that homophobe chat that you do 
Tweedledum, if you fuck guys, amounts to self-hate.
I'm disgusted in you for the things that you say,
What the fuck is your problem with men being gay?
And why all the hetero posturing, hey?
Do you think that you don't seem the sort?
Your identity's phoney,
Your blather's baloney,
Your tiller's more starboard than port.
And you backed off from me more than five years ago,
When I told you the secret that only we know:
That my ex was indulging a covert consort.
If the key to your closet's gone missing — consider it brought. 

Your friendship's a fair-weather, featherlite thing
Tweedledum, it's bestowed to control;
At the first sight of trouble your friendship takes wing
Tweedledum, what's become of your soul?
And when we first met I was married and fat,
Now I'm single and skinny I don't like your chat...
Dissing my daughters? You didn't do that
When on my side a man would have fought.
You pussyclart fellow,
Your insides are yellow,
Your cammo falls tragically short.
Your cowardice shames you, you're fools in my eyes,
Your values are gross and I can't compromise,
And I'm driving a reason and rhyme juggernaut;
If you both want your best suits steamrollered — consider it brought. 


© Sara Nicola Ruth 

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Tweedledum and Tweedledee are fictional characters in an English nursery rhyme and in Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871). The names have since become synonymous in western popular culture slang for any two people who look and act in identical ways, generally in a derogatory context.

Common versions of the nursery rhyme include:

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
    Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
    Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
    As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
    They quite forgot their quarrel.

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