Posts Tagged ‘Angst in Relationship Poetry’


Sugar Daddy

I wish I was
the acid trip
on your tongue
in other words
I want to
blow your mind
so that you come
back to me
like a junkie
returns to their
dealer
for feel-good
poison potions
then I want
to pimp you
to the people
in my life
yet keep you
to myself
like a stolen
stash
of cash
which I will
launder on
garish
lavish
gifts
that I will
use to bribe you
into becoming
the bride of this
tapped-out tycoon
so please sign
my air tight
prenup
which clearly
stipulates
that you’ll never
strip me of my
sanity when
you go


A Bag Of Puckering Arseholes

“Oi!, if you bang on that front door
one more sodding time.
I’m throwing down this half-full
pot of piss onto the lot of ya.
I told you that as soon as the last kid
left home so would you be.
Now it’s been 3 months
get over it and move on already.
I’d call the Heddlu
but I’m not threatened in the slightest,
more irritated like.
It’s half past midnight for Christ Sake!
and you’ve brought
your 3 divorced friends ‘round
from The Lamb & Flag
with you for moral support.
Aww, my heart pumps piss for ya,
they couldn’t save
their own cowing marriages.
I’ll be Damned
if they’ll be doing owt for yours.
Now, fuck off and take ‘em
bag of puckering arsehole mates with ya
before I let the new dog out, ya useless cunt!”

© Paul Tristram 2016