Felix Boast

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem by Arnold Thomas you can read more of Arnold's poetry and see his artwork at www.arnoldthomas.co.uk

Submitted: June 11, 2008

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Submitted: June 11, 2008



Felix Boast


Felix Boast had a most unusual face

His nose was laced together

His teeth were festering fish

His voice was noise

His eyes were riveted steel holding back sacks of red hot nails

A brain of entrails

Fornicating worms seethed and writhed

Inside a skull of peeling blistering skin

Burning from within


To shake his hand commanded some intention

His fingers a personal invention

Fashioned from the bones of bats

Moulded round decaying teeth of succulent gulls skulls

A slightly disturbing experience


Felix Boast had a most unusual manner

Removing kneecaps slowly with his keyring spanner

As your neck cracks through the hydrolic force of his union jack

Felix Boast makes sure that all your bits fit neatly into his sack.

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