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1 " I am very bothered when I thinkof the bad things I have done in my life.Not least that time in the chemistry labwhen I held a pair of scissors by the bladesand played the handlesin the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;then called your name, and handed them over.O the unrivalled stench of branded skinas you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,then couldn’t shake off the two burning rings. Marked,the doctor said, for eternity.Don’t believe me, please, if I saythat was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,of asking you if you would marry me."— I Am Very Bothered "
― Simon Armitage , Book of Matches
2 " Those bastards in their mansions:to hear them shriek, you'd thinkI'd poisoned the dogs and vaulted the ditches,crossed the lawns in stocking feet and threadbare britches,forced the door of one of the porches, and liftedthe gift of fire from the burning torches,then given heat and light to streets and houses,told the people how to ditch their cuffs and shackles,armed them with the iron from their wrists and ankles.Those lords and ladies in their palaces and castles,they'd have me sniffed out by their beagles,picked at by their eagles, pinned down, grilledbeneath the sun,Me, I stick to the shadows, carry a gun. "