POETRY: YOU’RE QUITE FUNNY WHEN YOU’RE ANGRY, AREN’T YOU? BY PAUL TRISTRAM

Sitting upon that little molehill of dogshit and envy,

wearing your crooked crown of gossip and lies.

Throwing your toys out of the pram in temper,

stamping your feet and whining like a bitch

to anyone who is stupid enough to listen to your drivel.

Your insecurities are absolutely astounding

and the only thing gigantic about your rotten soul.

I see you walking lost around a town that’s failed you,

despising anyone with more of anything than you

(Which, of course, is practically everyone!)

A squirming parasite attracted to, whilst also hating,

that in others which he himself completely lacks inside.

Written by Paul Tristram

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