For your own good

MY GOD! What the hell is that Gallivan? Don't you know how to Punch-u-hate?

"sorry miss" SORRY;how old are you boy? "seven sir"

Now this is for your own good boy.

Listen class I want you to listen to this drivel.

They kill they cut in pieces they hunt with curses what relevance has this to keeping your mind pure sane sober just as if a man were to come up to a spring of clear sweet water and curse it it would still continue to bubble up water good to drink he could throw in mud or dung in no time the spring will break it down wash it away and take no colour from it how then can you secure an everlasting spring and not a cistern by keeping yourself at all times intent on freedom and staying kind simple and decent.

What nonsense.

Stop snivelling Gallivan.

The point of punctuation is to help the reader understand the subject matter!!!

That makes no sense at all.

Communication Boy!

That's what it's about.

Just like all the rest in the village.

You will end up down the Pit,like your no-good father.

Ha,or worse;in some foreign country living in a stone house,no money,no future and chopping wood...eating garlic!

Maybe leading Foreign Legions?

NOW,enough of this nonsense:put the D hat on and stand on the naughty step.

STOP crying Boy!

It hurts me more than it hurts you!

Bukowski,move over,let Gallivan join you.

Now;where was I: oh yes the FULL STOP.



Many thanks Marcus Aurelius and my many teachers and critics.

Written by Kevin Gallivan.