welcome.

HI and welcome to a world of truths, horror, & laughter.
Sometimes sprinkled with some fiction.
But mainly fragments of my life put to words.
Freedom of speach is the princaple.
Please feel free to leave comments,good or bad.
As i wont be affended.
I truely hope you enjoy my poetry and hope alot of people can relate to what i am writing.
So happy reading
Much love to you all
Kind regards
Kenny xxx

Saturday 5 March 2016

She was just a poor girl
from the town.

No means or ways to make a pound ,

wandering  , aimlessly.

Passing restaurant after restaurant .

Her belly starts yelling.

Reminding her of how hungry she is.

Sitting whilst it is lashing down with rain.

The poor girl begins her job.

Begging

Feeling ashamed, she sits on a bit of cardboard .

With a hat with a few coppers in it, lays in front of her.

people pass & go.

Now and then a passer by drops some shrapnel (coppers) into the hat,

A man drunk as a skunk passes  by then returns saying,

"here i will give ya £10 if  i can shag ya"

"No thanks"

She replies

But it keeps crossing her mind.

"ahhhhhh fuck you ,fucking slag"

Followed by spiting, from the disgusting man.

The cold and rain have taken there toll.

She begins to make her way home.
 But this time alone.

As her boyfriend of 4 years dies from a drug overdose.

She misses him so much.

She passes the places he & her whilst in a knot used to live.

Wearing worn trainers, blue jeans, & a black puffer jacket.

On she marches to get some chips with the copper and odd silver she got from begging.

She buys as many chips as she can.

And sits on a stool by the window.

Watching the rain poor down.

Chips finished.

Onwards to home.

Walking down a alley.

She grabs a mattress and throws it on top of a barbed wire fence.

She then scales the fence and uses the mattress to get over the barbed wire.

Hiding the mattress.

She continues to her home.

To her humble abode at last.

Climbing through,

God knows what.

Entering, she fumbles about looking for her lantern.

Ha ha got ya.

She lights a candle 

Enabling her to see better.

The lantern is lit.

And sleeping bag, which the church gave her .

Is quickly filled.

The rest of the home is made from cardboard.

Which by all means doesn't keep one warm in winter

But takes the edge off.

From a distance she can hear the man who offered her money for sex.

Has he followed her ?

"Here slag , still got that tenner, if you want to come and get it"

She lays thinking about that "10 and what she could get with it,

N o she says to herself, no,no,no

I'm not a prostitute.

Never have and never will.

After a while the man goes .

And the poor girl lays her head down 

To get some sleep,

She says goodnight to Steve .

The love of her life.

She misses him so much

Laying and thinking.

She falls asleep. 

Never to awake again.

Was it suicide, 

Did her body give up after a life of strife.

Was it hypothermia 

Or was it her heart.

Longing to be with Steve .

Did she pine away.

Leaving the town,

Without a frown.

Was it the £10 MAN.

sexually frustrated 

When she was found there was indications of strangulization

And also there was a £10 note.

TO BE CONINUED,,,,,,

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