not much over 60, she swore
Molested at two months old
by her mother's brother - told
Drives a Harley of her own
life of escapism, full-blown
On drugs, since forever, seems
no reprieve, not even in dreams
Her own daughter finds fault
no Mother, to bother to exalt
Beaten-up as a child, often
all too aware of what was 'rotten'
Never trusting that .. so sweet
even ME, whom she doetht meet
'Gone', due to dying in her head
Living corpse, now, already dead!
So what if I Am 'staying for free' in a low-cost
east side hovel in a poverty-stricken neighborhood
The cost is mighty high.. when everywhere I go
or stay; other's .. have an even higher 'cost' .. they pay!!!