A relationship breaks that spawned a child. The woman who surely was picked to be remoulded revolted and back to the streets and the child abandoned.
I know who you are
Spoiled by a parental load of pettings
You enjoyed all as crazy as your head was,
Up somewhere by your bedside then
The ashtray filled with butts of B&H
Your room a cloud of cannabis smoke
All these found a place to stay in that crazy head.
Corked up in there,they pop out
Flying you on the wings of the streets
Your ripped jeans or "total destruction",
Your nose ring and reeks of alcohol
All the talk of the town.
Your babe cries at home, an orphan with you alive
So lucky you didn't throw her in a well
Or dump her in a bin
Of your well known stories;
You glitter and shine like gold
Your baby dull like risen from a heap of ashes
The townsfolk laugh at you always on phone
Often on the social media posting adverts of self
You upload your selfie and after all think that you
Too are a child.
When mothers gather their children
You gather your garb in a shoulder bag
That's almost a home
When mothers cuddle their children
You despise them and say you too
You're a child
Everything with you must get worse
Before it gets better
And for me the hinges creaks a swansong
That puts my back behind the door.