(To my Great Aunt Gil)
Tick
Tock
I listen to that clock
Grandfather in the hall
And
I
See
Black cabs
Mayfair,
Glamour...
Oh, what a life could be
London
You swang through the 60's
No child to
Grab
Your hand and cry
A marrige of irony
Led you further astray
Dorothy
Riverside left far behind
No Toto to hold on to
Your place with your parents
Died
A world ideal
Compare it to
Social services
And
Foster care
I
Ask
You; did you know?
I think you realised at fourteen
Nothing comes for free
Including
A woman's mistake,
But a girl's.
Tell me
What did he say?
Invite you to his office
Concerned as your teacher?
Or did you
In a fit of
Rebellion
Against this Fucked Up Family
Revolt?
Was your aim to serve
As the albino sheep?
Difficult, I'm sure
As you live
Drenched in fumes
Intoxicated
Happy
As you
You cough, "Piss off"
I guess not, 'Auntie'.
