Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... NO Spandex for Miss Wandex.
...No Spandex for Miss WANDEX She-s down outside my balcony window... howling at the moon. Put a pillow over my EARS but then the alley cats, sensing a dynamic, join IN to carouse! Sometimes U wish for RAIN to flood down Sciacca-Sicily-s mountain-town streets and alley-ways.. GIVE the town a new broom!....Wishful thinking. Not happening....And Miss Spendex...Scusi mio...Miss WANDEX.....Flailing Gal down below on the Vicola la Marca... WRINGING my poor Sap-s neighbours door bell, 4.a.m., some Gig that went South. Bing-BBong!!!...Yet Eternal...
WHO, if I cried out, amongst the Order of the Angels, would HEAR ME....Poem by Heine, somebody... German.
Is THIS the DEAL! In our ANGST we have to CONSORT with the UBER-Mencsh! EINSATZ-GRUPPEN ethnic cleansing. Allah-Akbah. Should I burn these MUSLIMS, IMANS, throw in a few Jesuit Lawyers! Goose-step into Deutsche-Bank or pick up some accrued investment in Banco-SWISS. YO SWISS FUCKERS! Show me the BOOKS!....LOL. Just shoot the Alpine bastards. Do paperwork later.
As for mis WANDEX. Modern Gal!
Grazie Dio. A G CHORD on an acoustic Guitar. YO! Anyone got a Mandolin!
Didn-t feel like...on the spot...sharing. Miss Spandex-s alley-soliloquy, no business of mine. Rich enough to OWN a second pillow Lord KNOWS I got One! Put it on top of my head. Went to sleep, no regrets and dreamt of vineyards, maybe in France. Her cries and despair to her Lover. Somebody called the LOCALS. She was driven away in the Drunk Tractor. I later found out her Dude was away in Sardinia, managing some MEGA-EURO-DISCO thingy. When he came back, ya-know, door step encounters, I didn-t have the Heart to RAM A MACHETTE thru his worthless Heart.
c2019,davedelacroix. Bar Santangelo, Siciacca-Sicily.
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