I Thought I’d Throw The Word ‘Vermillion’ Into A Poem (Just To Show You What A Cunt I Can Be!) by Paul Tristram

Right into her Second Trimester
and she’s eating the middle of the wall, again.
Ruin that pretty smile if she’s not careful…
and I’ve got better things to be doing
than plastering at home on my day-off.
Vermillion stains upon that delicate chin,
and her breath smells of
construction sites and builders forecourts.
I bought her chocolate, cakes and ice-cream…
but, she just looked at me in disgust.
I haven’t had a blowjob in over a month,
I’m too scared to put my sensitive, beautiful cock
anywhere near that gravel-crunching trap of hers.
But, there’s a ‘Bright Side’ to everything,
I’ve heard that Davy wants an alcove doing
down at The Roaring Welsh Red Dragon.
I could sit at the bar of an evening with a beer
and happily watch her work her arse off
and bring home the money for a fucking change.

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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