There were two of them,
one walked with
a slight hunch,
the other, two,
walked with ease.
They were a team,
both of them, together,
the two of them.
They had dreams,
one wanted his own golf club
and two wanted to own a pub.
Business,
they had stuck their teeth into,
the
business
and nothing else
mattered
but the taste
of anothers blood
poured over a crisp
50.
One of two
said to two
he wanted to travel
the world,
two punched one
in the face,
knocking out two
of his front teeth.
One was renamed
The Gummy Bear,
a name that stuck
for years.
Two went on
to open up his pub,
drowning in his
very own dream.
The Gummy Bear
found that not many
businesses were hiring
men of his standard,
two front teeth missing
and a faint scar above his left eye.
So one preferred
to stay inside.
Two called up one,
the phone just rang
on
and o
n.
Two left a message,
one heard the message.
One called up two,
the phone just rang
on
and o
n.
