POETRY: BEER RUN BY PAUL TRISTRAM

They’d get him tripping his box off

on Welsh Magic Mushrooms,

then send him on beer runs,

he’d always go, never said no.

For the most fantastically ridiculous

things that they could think of, like:

A Vodka Harpoon, a book of Shit Tokens,

a Martini Crowd-Disperser, 3 Galaxy

and Lime Dazzlers, an 8 pack of Made-Up

Concoctions, a couple of String-Less

Bloody Mary’s…oh and a flagon of Cider.

He’d always stroll back in half hour later

absolutely expressionless and say in monotone

“Sorry boys but they only had the Cider,

maybe you want to send me to a different shop

next time, that one down there is crap?”

Written by Paul Tristram

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