POETRY: BECAUSE YOUR LOVE IS JUST SPAM (SORRY BUT THERE’S NO OTHER WAY OF EXPLAINING IT TO YOU!) BY PAUL TRISTRAM

I was sitting one seat before the back of the bus,
there was a girl behind me who’s phone kept ringing
but she ignored it until the other passengers started
to mutter, fidget and shake their heads disapprovingly.
So she finally answered with a force and displeasure
to her voice so severe that it made a dear old lady
sitting three seats away get up and move six seats away.
“Look, I told you last night…it’s over, finished, kaput,
shot in the head and as dead as my strained patience.
Get a life, have some pride, go and find someone else,
only stop bothering me, I’ve got nothing nice for you.
No, it wasn’t the Best, not even remotely…it was SPAM
and I was bored, Yes, just like the tinned meat, exactly.
Now, I’m on a bus into Town to find some Rump Steak ,
leave me alone, you’re a dish I won’t be coming back to!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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