Doctors and Dentists
who shag their receptionists
in the most thorough and
methodical way
Policeman who sell CCTV
tapes of prostitutes
getting it in the back alley
Politicians who get sucked off
by rent boys at night
in between white lines
by day these people have the future
of this country in their empty mouths
Priests.....
lets not even go there
lets just sit and watch the pillars of society
fall down
Somble in the city, the rich suits
walk in the gloom under only streetlights
the night sighs
whilst the poor hold on to hopes
the splendid silence holds onto
our throats
keeping the poor man in a state of sadness
whist the rich man holds the hand
the suits are calm and neat,
this is a tall bulding
in between glides the weak
who brawl amongst themselves,
Gone are the days when the poor
had a purpose
when their eyes would light up
like the sun.
There is a real sense of shame
when you piss on your own shoes
stains of sickness remain on your
trouser leg
first came the drool
thoughts of lust
then came the sickness
a warm dry gagging sound
i am preoccupied by stray
pubic hairs in the urinal
shit is smeared on the walls
blood on the mirror
Henry is in on floor beside me
shaking
Richard Wink was born in 1984 in the 'Fine' City of Norwich. His poetry is based upon real life experiences and the complications of life, reflecting both the sacred and the mundane.