Go On Then… Say Constantinople, You Stuttering Cunt! by Paul Tristram

3 Screws ran into his cell.
Everyone in the general vicinity
stopped what they were doing
and focused on the ruckus.
You could actually hear the wind
being beaten out of him
from quite a distance away.
They were making fun
of his speech impediment
as they happily & enthusiastically
went about their dirty work.
We threw down 3 slop-buckets
full of shit & piss from up on the 2’s
onto the floor outside the cell.
The first one slipped & skidded
right down onto his face in it
as they stepped back out
onto the now seething Landing.
“Who the fuck did that?”
“We all fucking did it!”
yelled Tommy ‘I know it’s not mine
but I’m only borrowing it’ Thomas
from the other side of the building.
“It’s from everyone on The Wing, sir!”

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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
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