Spiders With Fangs Are released from A Russian drone.

Just before the war broke out in Ukraine I found my fathers lost sister. On thinking she was dead from World War Two. I lost my own mother who was going practically blind from fear of going under the surgeon’s knife. The man I’d been with eighteen years had an affair. Then the pandemic broke out. I had two teenage son’s to care for. Two houses on opposite sides of England to run. A sad mean family full of boring worms from one side of my fence holding busting wallets. No wonder their wives dropped dead. One dark knight clicks his fingers treating me like a slave. Once I needed a few dime for the run of my London show but, I’m not near anywhere his sad lonely balls. I’m left hanging on a rope to be hung with a sinking pot of ‘ paint me green Mr Mean ’. ‘ Oh, have you read the Daily news? ‘ I never knew we were snapped by a man with a lens. Hey dude. How awfully rude ! One photographer doing a silliohette in our old racing porchette. ‘Don’t forget to smile for the camera. Say ‘cheese pretty please’ !

Back to the blues ; my dear Mothers fear of surgeons knives led to her slipping on snow with black ice. It was Manchester City ice too. She went head over heels whilst on a last minute Christmas shopping spritz. Most likely to fill her larder for lady Godiva arriving at ten past two . Pm not Am. A road ride north to chauffeur my mom back to the dark city of ‘ London’. I can hardly label it as Fred Astaire dancing with Ginger Rogers did back then. The broadway show in the swinging 1920’s did a high kick.’ Would Anyone like to dance?’.

Cities are full of the good the bad and the ugly. Some of us creative eccentrics revel in cities madness. After all, see no evil, hear no evil . It’s all behind closed doors. Those secret kisses. If you don’t have a Lowsy Mrs. You hardly going to sneak in an illustrious affair in your secret apartment. Be it on the next floor, around the corner. Or your other secret hideout. One day you mess up your cover don’t you? Only to suit yourselves Gentleman ! Dark souls live life around the corner from a bank to fill their tank while mocking birds sing in spring. They’re kicking off their latest sluts knickers. Not the birds, the men ‘ Get a high five mate ! ‘

It’s all a big dark game on the other side of Ukraine. Yet, the more Ukrainian beauties sprout out on the run. The more bad boys will have their venomous pointed noses out on the hunt. These men I define are like dogs on hunting drills. Embedded in their veins to seduce to kill. By kill, one dies not necessarily take a bullet. Murdering a female is an art in itself these days. Devilish male pigs use sadistic seduction tools. The more corrupt the man. The more innocent their victims. Henceforth, these men from the other side of Ukraine have used Russian poisonous tactics for donkeys years. Be it used now to speed up their new games by resorting to spiders with venom. They’re salivating as they’re doing tongue twisters.

It comes to pass my dear friends all the men around the globe will be sniffing around like hungry tigers now. My old man I dumped outside a castle. He thought, he’d be finely amused but rather confused by the sautéed mix of females to choose from. They all landed with one thump from French terrains, if they didn’t sink taking boats to freedom.

Beware of the pimps, racketeers. Overcrowding in brothels is an illegal pin in English terrain. London or other cities will be ready to suck young girls blood as fast as they had to run from a Russian bullet.

The other side of the fence isn’t greener. There’s just more bullets to run from, be it the men with guns wear them in their inside pocket. Usually where they hide their packet of condoms.

Yvette Louise Melech

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