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Filipino Girls

Filipino girls
Lip-synching Dusty Springfield songs,
The bass-bins boom all night long,
I hardly knew you with the gimp mask on.
Someone’s showing polaroids,
Of some bum-fluffed cherubim,
All the ladyboys are in love with him.
That pill I took just never did kick in….
Now there’s sweater girls doing some choreographed Sixties thing
But I don’t even remember why I even came in,
Outside, the night creeps like ivy up a stone.

See that Italian girl?
She met her boyfriend on a porn-movie set,
He blew his head off playing Russian roulette,
They once saw Warhol in a New York laundrette.
And Jake the nice Canadian boy,
He’s the blowjob-queen of Montreal,
He took a walk once bare-arsed through St Paul’s,
Aw c’mon, he’s just a nutjob, that’s all.
Now there’s a garage band onstage playing songs of sex and death,
Belched out hard and fast on stinking breath,
The singer’s voice is like a blade squeaking on bone…….

And a Charles Manson lookalike
In a black leather pork pie hat
Asks me what am I staring at?
But I don’t stop to chat.
And your sister
Said all these little punk bands suck.
And gave me a Buddha for luck
Then flashed a peace-sign like I gave a fuck.
And in the gashes of cold dawn light through venetian blinds,
Snow White’s on her knees before Frankenstein,
And I never felt so all alone………






 

 








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