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Friday, March 31

The Botox Frankenstein Poetry Series>Splatsville

Well, here we are, the end of the month already! Happy Friday evening everyone and a little tip of the kippah to you all. Well, talk about long week again! But thank-god for the weekend! We can lie back and relax because that wonderful little capper has joined us again. So, from out of my past, comes an old 'beat' poem. As usual, please remember my dear, dear readers; always-always-always enjoy!

Splatsville

Men went walking on hills
Picking daffodils
To give to ladies of the night
Who fucked like cats in alleys
Underneath pale lamplights
Bums on the edge
Steps away from the ledge
Into
Splatsville
Once and for all