There Will Be Riots, Mark My Words

(Providing Everyone Continues To Practice Social Distancing Whilst Doing It)

by Paul Tristram / November 22nd, 2020

Apparently, there are now Prostitutes,
somewhere in Southampton,
offering the delightfully named
‘Close Proximity Knuckle-Shuffles’
… where they expose breasts,
reach over a latex-gloved hand,
all whilst tilting masked-face away.
I belly-laughed when I heard,
half-choking “Romance ain’t dead”
followed by “Now, that’s erotic!”
I was asked to leave the premises,
because of my selfish spluttering,
by two burly Doormen…
via ‘2 Metre Rule’ Ape-Menacing
rather than old-school physical contact
… where I responded appropriately.
I have yet to hear of a single case
of an ‘Anti-Lockdown Protester’
becoming ill because of this Virus.
The seriously worrying thing is
that last Spring they were hoarding
toilet rolls, sanitizer, and tinned food
… whilst this Season it is Weaponry.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 22nd, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.