Fra-ank
Fra-ank
she comes my way
the peroxide blonde bombshell
who is all red lipstick
ghost foundation
and a tottering
half-moccasin shuffle
last heard screaming
you’re a b_____d
you're nothing but
a b____y-f____n-b_____d
in the context of my failure
to adequately distribute her ration
of cheap menthol gaspers
every hour
on the hour
Fra-ank
can you help me Frank
I’ve got a praying mantis in my hair
well
that one’s a conversation stopper
and sure enough
there clings
a fourteen centimetre long
bronzed-copper beastie
looking well at home
in the outlandish
fine but brittle
coiff
they like me
they do
they look at me
all the time
in the smoking shed
they stare
but they like me
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 5 - hostel life.
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Comments2
Life has its fun moments despite the horror that it can be.
Very (strange) fun, GF. But, it'll do me, well enough.
Frank,
Was there a real praying mantis in her hair!
~Laura~
Sure was, Laura. A green beauty on a blond bombshell.
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