Take A Walk On The Wild Side part 1

I had this in my head when my girls talked about doing a song challenge. I tried to base it on the song Wild Side. Nikki Sixx is the main character. His real name is Frank Carlton Serafino Ferrana. His character is named Frank Carlton. In my story he has a twin. I am using the other part of his name for hers....Serafina Ferrana. One other note...remember in St Elmo's Fire how Demi Moore's character always referred to her step mom as the 'step monster'. Well, I use a similar reference. I thought it was fitting (and sorta funny).  So this is what I have so far...

Kneel down ye sinners, to the streetwise religion

Greed's been crowned the new king.

Hollywood dream teens, yesterday's trash queens,

Save the blessings for the final ring-AMEN.

Take a walk on the wild side.

Wild Side.

I carry my crucifix, under my death list,

Forward my mail to me in hell.

Liars and martyrs, lost faith in the Father,

Long lost in the wishing well_HOO.

Take a walk on the wild side.

Wild Side................

Frank was standing there next to the casket. Everyone had already left the cemetery, but they had yet to lower the box into the cold ground. The only person in his life, the person he hated the most was in the coffin. His foster monster. She was never the best person, really, a crappy foster parent, but she was all he had. She was poor white trash. She did anything for a fix. She died as a result of her pathetic life style. Frank didn't know what to do with all his hate and anger now that she was dead. He had left when he was 18. He was so tired of living day to day, hungry most of the time, sometimes stealing or begging for food. He joined the police academy, graduated and now worked for the LAPD.  He had been on the police force for 3 years now and was going to transfer to vice. Then a couple days ago he got a notice from a bank manager that his foster monster had died and he was the sole heir.  Sole heir to what, he laughed cynically.  She had had a safe deposit box. They had suggested he come for the funeral and then claim the box. Frank looked at his watch and saw that, according to the letter, the bank closed soon. He walked back to his car, a beat up old Camero and drove off towards the bank....

Fallen angels, so fast to kill

Thy Kingdom come on the wild side

Our Father, who ain’t in heaven,

Be thy name on the wild side

Holy Mary, Mother may I, Pray for us on the wild side

Wild Side.  Wild Side

She had been on her own since she was 16.  Her bitch of a mother died of a drug overdose.  Living on the streets of LA you grow up fast.  Living hand to mouth, fighting for every scrap of existence.  Sadly she had to sometimes sell herself just to eat.  She reflected bitterly, that she would never have children because of an abortion gone bad.  She had worked and scraped and fought to stay alive.  She didn’t do drugs but occasionally smoked to calm her nerves.  She did get help from some of those organizations that help kids living on the streets.  They helped her with her education and occasionally a place to sleep.  When she was 18 she got a job stripping.  It paid big bucks and helped pay for her to go to a local college where she earned an associates degree. And was now going for a business degree.

She was sitting in the dressing room getting ready.  She looked at her reflection, absently tracing the birthmark above her left breast.  It was a crescent moon shape.  It was about an inch long.  She had been thinking of getting some stars tattooed around it to make it less obvious.

“OK Girls!  Five minutes!” yelled the owner.

She looked back at herself, shrugged her shoulders and finished her makeup.