POETRY: I REMEMBER YOU, YOU’RE NOTHING BY PAUL TRISTRAM

Jealous temper tantrums are your trade

but self-pity is the ace up you sleeve

whenever your vileness shocks and upsets

the Decent Folk whom you are deceitfully

and slyly persuading to Pawn for you

in another ruinous Game Of Chess

where the Stakes are never actually yours

but someone else’s Sound Reputation.

Written by Paul Tristram

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