It’s like he really can’t help himself
and I’m not making excuses up for him.
But I actually think he’s a bit touched
because seriously you can’t be that stupid?
He just won’t shut his lying mouth,
one line of bullshit after the other.
I watched him getting punched
smack, bang in the face one day
in the beer garden of The Royal Albert.
He just stood back up-a little wobbly-
and carried on exactly where he’d left off.
The 2nd punch and he did the same
except now he was bleeding a bit.
The 3rd and he burst out crying like a baby,
turned around and walked away
but still yabbering away to himself.
You can’t let him overhear anything,
there’s a lot of talk going ‘round about him
and snitches don’t just get stitches here.
They’ll find the cunt hanging one day
and I bet you it’ll look like suicide and all.
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/
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