The Cab Queue (strong language)

[rantingpete]

The Cab Queue

Piss stench back alleys and the smell of spilt bitter
Her jaw is broken and you saw him hit her
And your fucking chips are fucking cold
And he’s telling her to do as she’s told
And your fucking cab is fucking late
And this slag’s had a two hour wait
And your fucking feet are fucking freezing
The guy with no hanky is coughing and sneezing
And your fucking socks are fucking soaking
You’ve never felt worse and I ain’t fucking joking
And your fucking hands are fucking blue
There’s a freak in the corner who’s staring at you
And your fucking brain is fucking fraught
Some nut with a knife’s asking who do you support?
And your fucking shirt is fucking ripped
It feels like one of your discs has slipped
And your fucking phone is fucking dead
There’s a brass band playing inside your head
And your fucking coke is fucking flat
And your burger looks like someone’s shat
And the fucking controller calls your fucking number
And you think of home and you dream of slumber
You head for the door with your doner kebab
To see some fucking cunt driving off in your cab

[arunansu]

I like your presentation inspite of the 'strong' language. It really portray the frustrated and impatient mind pretty well.

"And your fucking phone is fucking dead
There’s a brass band playing inside your head"
-The lines have their effect, RP.

Loved the write.

[mesmie]

hello

I have empathy..In fact I would think the majority have a place like this..happens mine would be Birkenhead and having to queue at Argyle taxi rank just over the way from the kebab house!..luckily not for some time now..

enjoyed
mes

[ray miller]

Evidently Chickentown! I was thinking as I read it that it's a shame that a different expletive hadn't been used but nothing quite does it like fucking, I suppose.Very nice, very North.

[rantingpete]

Thanks. The strong language does look venomous on the page but there's no alternative really. It's an angry rant with dry wit I suppose. The picture I had in my mind was this cab office in Woolwich (south London) that we used to go to after clubbing at Flamingo's. Fortunately I'm older now so don't have to endure these experiences anymore!!

[David]

Ray's right, it is very John Cooper Clarke. Nothing wrong with that. I like a bit of JCC.

Ray, did you see how they used it in The Sopranos?

[John G]

Nothing like a fucking good rant to let off steam!!

It is alot like Cooper Clarke as mentioned ( http://www.cyberspike.com/clarke/chicktow.html but that's not a bad thing.

Had many of those nights on the post midnight streets of South London

[JonJonJon]

Quite unbelievable.......Chips, coke, burger and a donner kebab?

[ray miller]

David, nope, I've never even seen The Sopranos. Did see JCC in Control, the film about that singer, whose name I can't remember, of the band, whose name I likewise can't recall.They became New Order, I remember that. I must stop drinking wine so much.Who was it, anyone?

[JonJonJon]

Joy Division, named after a Nazi concentration camp brothel I believe.......

[rantingpete]

Cheers guys. Yeh, the line "My fucking chips are fucking cold" is inspired by JCC. Ray - Ian Curtis was the lead singer with Joy Division.

[Leigh]

It seems like quite an apt analogy for life: a taxi queue at lest it would have if you had of n had of been stabbed and died; not that I think the end of the poem doesn't have legitimacy, it seems to suggest the beginning pf a cycle.

Incidentally, i think queue is one the strangestly spelt words in English.