People.

[Jerrybaldy]

People are f ucking useless
My brother, Ed, is all right.
The bloke at number 22
has the face of a paedophile
and wears a woolly hat.
Mother works hard,
her sister is a slut, two husbands, short skirts.
My mate Tony has spots
but he is cool beneath the pus.
He tell lies
to make life better.
Dad is screwing the lollypop lady,
he doesn’t know that I know.
I wash my hands of them.
I have been washing them for days;
My fingers infected with bleeding creases,
oils of Ulay
and useless f ucking people.

[E.A Rumfield]

I think you have some style but the content is lacking.

I wash my hands of them.
I have been washing them for days

That part is cool but I feel the rest of the poem lacks the anger you intend.

[hillwalker]

A touch of the Larkin about this one. Nicely expressed childhood angst.

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[Pete Ak]

I enjoyed this even tho I'm left with questions, I guess it's up to you to decide whether or not those questions should remain unanswered (in the poem.) It could be a piece about being judgmental or a rant about people. The poem doesn't resolve that for me but to be honest I don't mind that. I like the conversational style except for your reference to 'Mother' which seems slightly at odds with it. (Having introduced us to 'MY brother Ed' emphasis on MY, I wonder why you didn't introduce her as MY mother at least for consistency, bearing in mind you tell us about 'Dad, not Father or MY Dad?) Also, I'm guessing 'Oils of Ulay has some meaning but it's lost on me could you have used another brand to the same end or is there something I'm not getting? Final point re the guy at 22 - "the face of a paedophile AND he wears a wooly hat.I wonder - is that meant to confirm your suspicions or is it merely another observation which you use to demonstrate the way 'judgmentalism' (?) works, ie. anything associated with a judgment becomes a piece of evidence irrespective of its relevance! Just re-read my review which now seems fussy and garbled, apologies!

[AuntShecky]

Yeah, it's a Lenny Bruce style rant, lots of dark humor. The one change I'd make is to reverse the order of "two husbands, short skirts" which, as it stands makes it seem the two exes were cross-dressers (or maybe that's what was intended.) Also, I was going to correct you by saying that the name of the lotion is "Oil of Olay" but then it occurs to me that changing the "o" to a "u" makes another risque pun.

[Haunted]

Oh dear, my mind automatically read "Oil of Olay" but Auntie's got good eyes. Very clever!

As usual, an intersting cast of people in their very individual ways. My favorite lines:

My mate Tony has spots
but he is cool beneath the pus.
He tell lies
to make life better.

My first impression was, the child is making observations at a stadium, complete with pedophiles. It would be the perfect setting as watching people is a spectator sport of its own. What trips me is the end line which suggest a grown man. I understand you are framing the poem with the same opening/closing lines, but it created a time gap. Other than that, the characterizations and insights are f ucking good.