Local Rag

I flick through the local rag

there’s no news for me

but they’re not likely to feature strippers

so I shouldn’t complain.

I reach the dreaded jobs section

sales sales sales

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heartbreak heartbreak heartbreak

where are the jobs for me?

executive fine wine taster

professional lounger

fully qualified ogler

who dreams of anything else?

who wants to be ground down every day?

a good drive would probably help

I look at the sports pages

the men in there have drives

they may not be in the big leagues

but the sports kids always got the girls

I throw the paper down in disgust

this town will be the death of me.

Beautiful Waste

Golden brown locks
brush against those caramel cheekbones
framing those lips
which could unlock a million zips
and take her away from this life
but instead she's on her knees
with another blue collar joe
and his friends
waiting their turn
to screw this beauty
with their calloused cocks.
She should be with the men she idolises
from the screen
the sports field
who can bang her into the magazines
where she belongs
far away from these dirt encrusted cretins
who streak her mascara
unload disease inside her
but the chlamydia is nothing
it can be treated
unlike the genetic curse of the small town
for which there is no cure.