Austerity Cuts Never Miss A Main Artery When You’re Poor

She’s only seven years old
and should be in school a-learning…
but, the missus gets
twice the money begging
when she’s at her side.
Chelsea’s been her best friend
for the last eighteen months now,
they met, out of familiarity,
in the one of the Food Bank queues.
What kind of life
is this for a young child?
What kind of life
is it for any poor bleeder?
I’ll leave the harsh judging
of such important matters
to the warm and well-fed,
with the luxury of time
upon their comfortable hands
to point fingers at less fortunates.
Me? I’m far too sodding busy
up to my neck in poverty,
and keeping us, just about, surviving.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.