POETRY: FIST-FUCKING YOUR EQUILIBRITY RIGHT UP TO THE ELBOW BY PAUL TRISTRAM

“How dare he be so happy and contented

all the time, it’s not fair.

Walking about the place like he owns it,

Cunt deserves a good fucking hiding.

I know I don’t normally swear

but that Bastard gets me livid

just look at him smiling again

without a care in the world, it’s not on.

He thinks he’s better than the rest of us,

you can just tell by looking at him.

Jesus Christ, she’s holding his hand now

in the middle of town in front of everybody?

That’s it, I won’t sleep tonight,

I’ll be climbing the walls for days.

What do you mean he’s never done owt to me?

I suffer everyday the Fucker’s above ground

and still breathing, it’s like a damned curse.

They should bring back hanging,

we should all group together

and do something horrible and despicable to him.

It would be justified and all,

I mean just look at the Cunt,

God would totally understand it.

He’s lucky I haven’t got a backbone of my own

or I wouldn’t be Coward-Gossiping like a Dip-Shit,

I’d be over there like a hero

stabbing him right in that pretty fucking face of his!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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