Feral Girls
The feral girls of Foo Kin Ya move like rats on speed and crack
Among the shadows and the debris of deserted bars and café’s
Those that line the pavements and the jetties where individual
Hopes and dreams lay shattered and discarded like so many ice cream wrappers
Where once desecrated temples yawn and a handful of disciples still puke monochrome
Where one way or another anything goes
Then disappears quicker than a mercury and a margarine fix
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2019 03:27
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That sounds like they have one hell of a kick!
Really Enjoyed a bit strange read
a bit strange is just fine by me.. cheers.. N
A woeful tale of female downfall - feral girls who often through no fault of their own lose all hope of dreams - Expertly told this tragedy of Foo Kin Ya..... saved in my favourites and thanks Nev for the sad but needed reminder.
you are of course, absolutely right Fay.. and many thank you's blown your way.....
Got em- - warm and welcome they blown thanks...........
My wide grin at foo-kin-ya soon faded for the plight of so many unfortunates whom our 'civilisation' has preyed upon.
Confused by your strange finale, I was enticed to re-read the whole several times.
Still scratching my head... come on... you've gotta explain 'a mercury and a margarine fix' ??
ingredients of certain explosive devices ..thank you
Did they know the 'Carry on' town of Fircombe? Woof! Enough, Fido says. lol.
dunno maybe..
Got to get some of that margarine - is it easily available. Enjoyed!
not sure whether it is a particular brand.. but its what you do with it that matters.... Cheers Michael...
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