The burglary happened so fast I had to put on my extra strong vest and claim sanctuary under the full moon before I could deal with it.
I mean, there I was dusting my pre-Madonna outfit off, when this misfit burst through my doors, shouting ‘thieves anonymous,’ in a very loud voice, that made me think that there are more thieves among us than can ever be counted
And so I ignored the very loud voice and bargained up some more with my soul but found I was all out of time and had to wear something else until I was eligible to be kidnapped all over again.
Flapping my wings I made the air move in the way I wanted it to.
But it was no use, said the beggars thoughts bringing back nothing.
“We have all the strings of your life,” said the machine, coming along to steal something else so that my wings grew heavy.
“There are chestnuts to be pulled out of every fire, if only we could find them,” said the guru trying to be helpful.
Charlie, who had a dog called beetroot and an old phone number he could never remember any more after the great dying, gave a moan and moved a little bit.
This caused a stir to be registered once again until it became a pain for any that were looking on.
Anyway, it was here that a very wet man crawled in out of the storm and began to beg for mercy, and I could see that he could dance like a clown as well, along with the usual assorted acts the dictionary describes as ludicrous.
Give him a towel I commanded to the nearest slave that ran to do my bidding.
These inferiors are slow tonight, I thought as I walked all the way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and met not one urchin in my way.
The bitch is peeking at me, from out of her curtains, said the microphone over my head. I’m getting that a lot these days; I thought, and ducked to go under it.
Maybe it’s to do with the air conditioning units, said a strange entity from out of the airwaves.
I gave that no argument and took a wider distance to see the other side to ride the pain all the way.
This is CQ calling, CQ calling; come in please, said a voice over the radio waves.
My eyes were getting wild with a kind of melancholia that was wasting my soul that I called my own. Yes, I said, picking up on all this, what is it that you are calling about?
Is that you captain? Have you found me once again?
It is you that I have found. Was that in any doubt?
Oh, many times; but I never gave up, not once, until you broke my resolve and called me a whore; that’s when I dialled up heaven and asked for my free pardon to get out of it.
Tell me what the promise was then?
I came here because my bucket was empty and you said you could fill it for me; and my excuses were all worn out; but, perhaps I’m not ready yet for anything more; but my heart feels my soul that this whole thing is about to turn and there’s me looking in the river for the sea…
Do you understand the winking blinking?
No, and I don’t want to.
Fire burning questions coming closer now.
So what are your dementia methods to fool the dead if I may be so bold as to ask you this where you’re going home all night long?
Tomorrow I will placate my dreams, but tonight I have the music and the unlocked door to let it all in.
In an old ghost town I came across about a mile later down the road, my boyfriend told me that he didn’t have a suit to match up for this, and so gave me away until I wasn’t there anymore.
Well, you know what I mean, don’t you; after all, it’s not rocket science, is it?
No, it’s not rocket science.
So what say you to this?
I’ve not a lot to say to this.
Can we define that a little closer do you think?
We could try, but I’m not sure it would go anywhere further than the end.
Well, here’s one wing for you, and one wing for me, and another wing makes three.
And then we all fall over backwards?
Ah well, you can’t win them all can you, said the voice on the radio.
I slurpted away at my juice, thought about buying another wing and flying away somewhere.
“Broken biscuits, broken biscuits, come get your broken biscuits here,” a voice said from out of the blue that had a blue light and was winking at me.
I pulled over and just sat there and waited for some kind of tap on my shoulder to shake me up.
After an age of nothing I rolled down the window and stared outside to see if I could see anything at all.
“Are you looking for the cure, because I think I’ve found it, roll up, roll up,” said the monkey man hiding in the bushes and flashing a picture of some grapevine he wanted to sell me.
Breaking biscuits here, said the thief, rolling up to see what it was all about.
The night has many eyes it seems; oh well; poke, poke.
If you don’t stop poking me in the eye I’m going to launch you into space.
Terribly sorry, I thought you were someone else.
Really, and who would that be?
I thought you were a voice from the radio spying on me.
No such luck I’m afraid.
Drat.
Here, have a broken biscuit, perhaps it’ll cheer you up…
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