You Didn’t Just Scrape The Bottom Of The Barrel, You Liquidized It And Drank The Cunt! by Paul Tristram

You lay in shit and expect to come up smelling of roses?
It just doesn’t work like that, sunshine.
“But I’m lonely!” isn’t an excuse
nor a sound explanation…everybody’s lonely!
Of course they lied to you…they’re liars.
Of course you were cheated…they’re cheaters.
And when that backstabber smiled at you
and you gave them your attention…
what did you really expect as an outcome…friendship?
Stop saying “It’s not fair!”
in that annoying, whiny fucking voice.
It is absolutely ‘Fair’ and ‘Just’ and ‘Right’
They’ve only made a cunt out of you because you let them.
Yes, I know, they stole off you…but they’re thieves.
They treated you badly…because they’re bad people
and fucking people over is their fucking forte.
1+1=2 Motherfucker, welcome to the real world.
No, don’t try to get even and fall into another trap,
outsmart them by staying the fuck away from them all together.

Arty Pic Of Pauly

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!



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