Err, Gross! by Paul Tristram

What the fuck is up with your cock?
You’ve got leprosy, Jesus Christ!
There are small pieces falling off it.
Ych y fi, mun!
I’ve got a mouthful of bitty shit…
I’m gonna need to shave my tongue.
Eh? Toilet roll? I don’t understand?
Pre cum… oh, I see…Ha!
Well, I was excited too,
but fucking hell!
You could have checked
before you invited me
down into your nether regions.
You know that pub bog paper’s crap.
It’s quite funny, actually,
now that I’m calming down.
I’m just glad you didn’t stick it
straight into my pussy like that.
I’m gonna have a quick cigarette
whilst you sort yourself out, alright.
What? No, not a wank, you soft cunt…
off to the bathroom with you
and wipe it properly, for fuck sake!
Use the damp face flannel
hanging on the side of the bath,
it’s my room mates and I can’t stand her.

hoodie
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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