My father was a harsh man.
He wanted to run my life.
At sixteen I ran away to fly
like a wild bird. I hit the streets
and soon discovered it was
an ugly mean place. There
were no flitting and pleasant
melodies. The only birds were
vultures waiting to pounce
I fell into an ugly world. It was
called “A bed for a bang.”
Occasionally one of the vultures
would share a dobby and for
several hours my tears would be
gone. I hated being mauled
drooled upon and screwed just
for a place to sleep.
I stayed with Brad for three weeks;
things were looking up. Then came
the time I couldn’t perform and he
threw me out. I don’t know what I’ll do
when winter comes. I don’t have a coat.
I guess I’ll have to find a pimp. At least I’ll
get paid for what I’m doing.