Paper girls
“They’re just slips of girls on slips of paper”
He tells himself again.
Each one fecund and taciturn
No trace on face of sneer or gurn
Pretty paper girls.
Gerald,
Fat wifed
Flat lifed
Reads the sun.
Doesn’t everyone?
“Monotonous monogamy until death?”
He asks himself again.
We look after none but our own
Charity begins and ends in the home,
Gossip starts outside.
Gerald
Blue slippers
Two nippers
Cod lipped misses
Dog that pisses
Small town small talk that’s all
He tells himself again
Until cavernous siblings
With ravenous dribblings
distract their daddy
Gerald
Feeds their faces
Takes them places
hears them moan
takes them home
Bad news comes in threes?
He asks himself again
Some geezer called Fowler
Had made off with his scowler
and with her, the kids and the dog.
Gerald
Sans his past dependents
Plans at last his independence
Shuns pages of the lonely hearts
For pages showing shapely parts.
“I don’t mind not being the only one.”
He tells himself again.
They are paper thin and there to share.
With cheeky grins they dare to bare,
Firm flesh and scantie underwear...
Our pretty paper girls.
Gloucetraphobia
(For those who cannot leave a place alone)
You say:
You’re bored with the same geographic location
You want a clear head, some excitement in bed
and an end to your endless frustration
But on the front of your house is a door
So what the f**k are you staying in for
You say:
You’re 30 and dying of Gloucestraphobic pains
House bound and land locked, airless and sun blocked
So sick of the smell of the drains
But you can’t leave the place on your own?
Will you wait until your fully grown?
You say:
There’s no music scene for you in this town a go go
There's trance-fusion flip flop but you wanted Be bop
Nowhere for the middle age teenager to go..... no
But there’s the railway and roads that go out
Why the f**k are you hanging about
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