These Boots

[Keith]

Boil me my brain
And pour me some ox blood,
These boots need a shine tonight I've used brains and oxblood on a rammed earth floor, to seal and polish it - so I guess it works on leather

Bring round the motor
And make sure it’s nicked,
These boots won’t leave prints tonight

Fetch me a tool
And tell them were to meet, where, or we're?
These boots need some brains tonight

Look me in the eye
And say that again,
These boot need to stamp tonight

Scream my battle cry all the other instructions have been to others
And do some fackin damage, fackin'
These boots fight our war tonight

Bang on the cell door
And rage through the bars,
These boots have no laces tonight

I like the description of gang warfare through attention to the boots; the whole journey, from preparation to prison cell.

Personally I find that capital letters on every line hold up the flow of the poem when I'm reading - I'd rather see them at the start of a sentence only. I think you need a period at the end of each stanza.

Even though the Narrator refers obliquely to suicide in the final line, I don't think he's really upset - it seems more like what usually happens somehow.

This was a different read for me! Thanks.

I hate capitals, I will sort out the And's and the Where, Fakin would be said this way if you were from the London area and the boots have no laces because the police took them, as they do, no reference to suicide, he's too mad for that. I will change to "Scream me my battle cry", Many thanks for your comments, much appreciated.