I Don’t Follow No Orders! [Your Shit, You Eat It]

by Paul Tristram / February 20th, 2022

The Genocide of ‘Individuality’
… and the [High] price
of Unique [Free] Thinking…
keeps [Most] people Farm Stock.
The day I saw an Old Lady
refusing a helping-hand
to steady her exhausted self
whilst waiting in an obscenely
long [Homeless] Welfare Line
… with the feisty words
“I am Spartacus!”
was the day I realized
that they can beat your ‘Body’
and medicate your ‘Mind’
… but, they cannot get near
that ‘Fire’ and Fight’
inside your God-given ‘Soul’.
Sometimes Obnoxious
… but, always Defiant…
and unwilling to Compromise
… Fuck your ‘Naughty Step’…
go and sit upon it yourself, loser!
I am far too busy laughing
at that ego/materialistic ‘Box’
you’ve gone and got your bland,
predictable, safe life stuck inside.

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’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, February 20th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.