Contributor: Paul Tristram
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I cut his face in one Welsh stripe,
Watched his mother cry "NO!" behind him,
I staggered backwards and dealt with the brothers.
The big bastard first
I pushed his mother into the gutter,
Kissed his sister
and walked into the road
Like the arrogant cunt I am!
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Paul Tristram: I’m a Welsh writer, who now lives by the coast in Cornwall. I have around 800 poems published and a handful of short stories and sketches in 13 different countries. I used to run the poetry magazine “In Between Hangovers”. I have recently quit drinking until I manage to pull my sanity back out of the well, its halfway back. I sometimes dress like a mannequin and turning your back and running away is foreplay where I come from!
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I cut his face in one Welsh stripe,
Watched his mother cry "NO!" behind him,
I staggered backwards and dealt with the brothers.
The big bastard first
I pushed his mother into the gutter,
Kissed his sister
and walked into the road
Like the arrogant cunt I am!
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Paul Tristram: I’m a Welsh writer, who now lives by the coast in Cornwall. I have around 800 poems published and a handful of short stories and sketches in 13 different countries. I used to run the poetry magazine “In Between Hangovers”. I have recently quit drinking until I manage to pull my sanity back out of the well, its halfway back. I sometimes dress like a mannequin and turning your back and running away is foreplay where I come from!
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