Voices Perverse

Finding poetry dull and bored out my skull (a wasted pun this early in the write) listless and drained knocked on my brain to share with the voices my plight The head voice, Jack peeped through a crack sighed: "Our host wants to visit, the pest have we time to entertain one who abandoned his brain now sporting two brain cells at best?" Much to my chagrin loud snickers from within "Pretty please, a word if I may?" "No time to chat we're celebrating, so scat it's International Imagin'ry Friends Day." Flo (soft on me) her voice husky: "Might as well tolerate the bore besides", (giggle, giggle) "I'm up for a wiggle Nobody's lain me in two or more." "Two years ago or two months, Flo?" "Nay, two hours of abstinence I'd had to survive scarce opportunity in this sparse community to appease and keep a body alive." As I stepped inside shocked out my hide my imaginaries had been on the breed my tribe once twenty upwards of seventy all races and colors; no discernible creed I stared transfixed at the veritable mix males and females, neuters too, mind all shapes and shades an entire brigade a maelstrom of unhuman-kind I stood aghast jaw at half-mast "Brood, your behavior is contemptuous you've busily mated but you're all related your liaisons are highly incestuous." "We're not blood-pumpers we're merely humpers products of inane fabrication and furthermore you first-class bore a figment of your 'magination." "Two hours 40 seconds of deprivation I reckon too long I've endured a dry run enough of fabrications and blood-y relations Mr Host, are you up for fun? I'll consult my lawyer for an eviction order my voices have gone perverse the whole lot to go except of course Flo the inspiration for my none-too-clean verse ****************************** 2013-10-05