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Little Soup Dear?

Contributed by DharmaBum on Tuesday, 12th October 2010 @ 10:53:19 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

She was a scoundrel a scallywag, a skank and a schoolgirl,
Prodding and probing the earth a desperate need - her next whirl
She was away to eat soup at the womb of her life,
She wouldnt go without of course her brandy and knife,
Approaching a stranger she whispered with a wallow,
Hey man got anything for a fine lass to swallow
She trodded high spirits into the beige mirror,
Mother squawked and squirreled out Little Soup Dear?

TRISH
She started reading aimlessly into her books,
She dreamt she was captured by nasty sea crooks,
She was BLUNDERED and BEATEN and BLOODY and BRUISED,
But one day for Trish a miracle ensued,
She was forced into exile and to step the plank,
Fortunately for Trish she didnt receive the shank,
She SLITHERED and SLOSHED and SWALLOWED and SLID,
Trish gazed at heavens through algae and squid,
Flittering and flattering in a flickering flight
A sparkling spectacle of systematic light,
Soaring in nirvana the deep dark abyss,
The SAL and DEAN and OLD BULL LEE idealist,
Trish was up from her tantalizing trance,
Only to find green souls stuck in a dance,
Sprawled in the jungle nothing in sight,
She TWEAKED and TWIRLED and TWISTED in flight,
She was running from something that day she didnt know what,
Was it fear of her mind, or turning into a nut?
Trish found a bunny that looked innocent and pure,
She ripped of its limbs and peeled back the fur,
She FEASTED and FED on the FURRY organ donor,
A rabid wild beast taking commands from its owner,
Through the spikey knoll she saw something true,
A pond, a pond an embryonic stew,
Trish pondered the clouds the devils and dykes,
She gazed harder and saw toddlers and tykes,
Her mind was obscene as she came back to earth,
The stench of soup and her mothers hearth,
Her ceiling was static and carpet dehisced,
She marvelled in her mind what she had missed,
Plumbing was shot and there laid a dead dog,
ATruth from a lie she was fooled by god.

Copyright © DharmaBum ... [ 2010-10-12 22:53:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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