We Are The System by Paul Tristram

Look at me smiling in greeting,
hand outstretched to welcome you,
I’m a cunt.

I’ll sleep with your wife, your sister,
your family.
I’ll pick up the pocket shrapnel
that falls out of your trousers in the
back of the taxi and use it to buy
a round of drinks after you’ve left.
I’m a cunt.

But look at my suit, my cigarette lighter,
the arrogant, perfect woman upon my arm,
I am God.

You are nothing, behave and follow
my direction or drop back into the
gutter which you crawled from.
You Cunt.

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) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/