Photo By Jools Thatcher

Photo By Jools Thatcher

The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Needles”.

Normally I would have the poem available for you to have a listen, sorry but the technology let me down this week. I will try and do another take over the next week or so. I will let you know when it’s available.

This might be the week to have a listen to “Drifter


“Needles” was pure bastard – like many small time thugs
Muscled for a union but saw the future lay in drugs

A standover merchant – not the sharpest in the game
Used his finger like a spike – that’s how he got his name

As he rattled off your sins he’d poke you in the chest
Then move on to your kneecaps – you can figure out the rest

He’d follow his instructions then add some for good measure
Violence was his living; a passion and a pleasure

A vicious, brutal, sadist, who enjoyed inducing fear
But some found his ways a little cavalier

“Needles” like a dog, was hard to keep in line
The clothes, the girls, the jewellery – he was like a neon sign

Those who paid his wage weren’t that chuffed by the attention
They had a quiet word but it failed to ease the tension

He was, they reminded him, messenger, not king
“Needles” laughed it off, thought he had them on a string

An inflated perception of his standing and position
His talents and judgement fell well short of his ambition

He’d become a liability to fellow thugs and crooks
His employers had their own technique for balancing the books

He was called to do a job one night, a little after two
As usual, some junkie with debts long overdue

He was looking forward to work as he sauntered down the lane
He might have been more wary if he hadn’t been so vane

They jumped him from behind, knocking “Needles” to the ground
Laid in with the boots before he could turn around

Then one produced a hammer, and though the first blow missed
The second found its mark, smashing “Needle’s” wrist

During the ordeal not a single word was spoken
By its end, every bone in “Needles” hands was broken

The doctor observed as the bandage was unwrapped
“Forget the nickname “Needles”, “Noodles” is more apt”

Now he works flipping burgers in his cousin’s fast food van
Mocked by fate itself, he’s still a standover man

© Copyright 2011 Ian Bland

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