They’re often so frail, so vulnerable, so weary eyed, that they unfairly force you into feeling some sort of empathy towards them. But, they were once younger, and there’s a chance they’re still the same twat they were 20 years ago. Suddenly frail, vulnerable and weary eyed turns to weak, pathetic and deserving.
No matter how deserving of frailty they are however, it’s still a risk to stand in front of a little old lady, lock eyes, stare into her soul and tell her to fuck off. It doesn’t matter if that little old lady used to be Joseph Stalin’s private secretary or Robert Mugabe’s chief strategist- the public will still look at you as the perpetrator of evil. The little bitch always gets away with it.
Poem | Old Twerps
A sweet looking couple of 50 years,
Waved and said pull up a chair for some beers,
But sweet turned to spite,
They only bought me a Sprite,
So I fucked off without saying cheers.
Henry Mulligan 
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