Poetry - Best Mates by Mixer

What he said to me was
“You’re a bollox and I wouldn’t give you the time of day,
If I was a ghost I wouldn’t give you a fright.”
He was that mean he owed himself money.
If there was work in the bed,
He’d sleep on the floor.
He’s that tight, when he walks, he squeaks.
His ma used to tie a bone around his neck so that the dogs would play with him.
So that’s the story of me and my best mate.

Mixer is a beneficiary of support provided by the Dublin Simon Comunity and this work appeared in their "Scrappy but Happy" publication of late 2012. 

You guys are my best mates as well, ya miserable fucks.