POETRY: YCH Y FI, DIRTY MOCHYN BY PAUL TRISTRAM

It’s like a female battle cry where I come from
and its uses are many and varied.
You come home dirty from the mountains as a lad,
you get a slap around your head and called it.
Get caught finger-fucking a girl in school…that’s right.
Step in dogshit on the road and everyone shouts it.
Fall over drunk and there it is again.
Have an affair or get bloodied up in a fight…and bingo.
But try saying it back to a woman about anything at all,
you’ll only do it the once and your life won’t be worth living,
you’ll be walking them streets in the rain, you Dirty Mochyn!

Written by Paul Tristram

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