Contributor: Paul Tristram
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Down at Scumland, population cunts
is where I now happen to reside.
Down at Scumland, population cunts
is where I now do drunkenly hide.
At home with the whores and junkies
and at one with the common thief.
I saturate my senses continually
I take all kinds of quick relief.
The rain and sun don’t bother us
they’re just backdrops to the shite.
The shite we’re all living through
which the weather can’t put right.
I take it easy and I take it all
I’m accustomed to my surroundings.
Down at Scumland, population cunts
we’re all individual and astounding.
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches 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.
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Down at Scumland, population cunts
is where I now happen to reside.
Down at Scumland, population cunts
is where I now do drunkenly hide.
At home with the whores and junkies
and at one with the common thief.
I saturate my senses continually
I take all kinds of quick relief.
The rain and sun don’t bother us
they’re just backdrops to the shite.
The shite we’re all living through
which the weather can’t put right.
I take it easy and I take it all
I’m accustomed to my surroundings.
Down at Scumland, population cunts
we’re all individual and astounding.
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches 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.
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