"Summer of Scandal," image by AC Evans
Midweek Mayhem
’ten shun!
Seriously, where
have you been?
She was sleek and
cool and
A mere gentle buzz
allows a hook up
In your area and
ta-daaah!
They enter as
French maids, nurses,
smoking sluts, chav
slags and the denizens of a thousand
Grotty bed-sits in
Farringdon,
All stockings and
suspenders,
All makes and
models, encore, encore.
Our latest
releases erupted last night
Devastating
carnage all round
For one week only,
a right bonky horror show
Chiller, I’m going
nowhere he says, off for a
Discreet dial-a-grab
meet across town
Whammo! Boffo! Socko!
Deep space dead
space west façade
Ah
oui?
Alive and kicking
someplace else
Like Madam Glam
Bash, kinky little wotsit
Shades of opinion,
The most wanted,
The most
vulnerable
Fractured moons,
memories of fantasy
Identity disguised
by music from nearby stars
As we go through
the night
The Devil fades
out
We think we dream
A fragile radius,
a sensational confession,
Obey your new
mistress slave of my heart
Live, hot and a sloppy
snog: Try it! Love it!
And send us your
selfies,
Recreate that
famous psycho neo-horror
At Café Reality
with a cutie from
The Unknown Zone,
all cylinder boring
And crankshaft
grinding at your leisure.
Teen honey?
Posh frock?
Midweek mayhem?
Buy a flat and a
Random World Generator
Snow over the
mountains seems far away now.
--AC. Evans
