Well Rid [Back To Your ‘Rot’ With You, Scumbag]

“You ‘Immediately’ sat yourself down
next to the woman with face scars
… when there was a pretty one…”
“Up her own arse.”
“With a vacant seat next to her.
You’re Strange…”
“Innit.”
“You find ‘Confidence’ attractive,
but, you hate ‘Ego’ and ‘Vanity’.”
“False Ego… I like ‘Honesty’
… I’m okay with anything
built upon solid, real brickwork…
‘Achievements’, ‘Talents’,
people born ‘Blessed’ and ‘Lucky’
… those truly ‘Balanced’ are not
‘Mean’ or ‘Cruel’ merely
‘Self-Centred’ and ‘Impartial’, yeah.
But, if you’ve gotta Breadcrumb
‘Losers’ to feel Big and Important
then you’re ‘Scum’, sunshine,
and I don’t care how ‘Beautiful’
you look… you are ‘Ugly’ inside.
It’s the same as ‘Gossipers’
and ‘Two-Faced’ fuckwits…
if you are of that ‘Stinking’ ilk
… then you’re merely shouting
to the world about how weak,
broken, and pathetic you really are.
You’re tearing other people down
because you’re In-fucking-capable
of risING up and ‘Equaling’ them,
never mind ‘Surpassing’ them…
and everyone, including you, knows it.”

 

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.