She was once a child,
Stands to reason you know,
"Hey presto,
Kapow,"
In walked the drunk,
a skunk,
she's a silly cow,
Fed him to her from a spoon,
he's gone,
thank God,
and still,
she finds more,
from memory,
without intention,
the circle,
once complete,
then round it goes,
round again,
and again,
it's twisted,
in love with pain,
perhaps,
mishaps,
all she found when grown,
were men of ***
and drugs and rock'n'roll,
covered up in disrespect.

and the prophecy,
well maybe,
it's breached,
she's broken free,
laid stranded on a sandy beach,
the waves wash over her,
they're waving goodbye,
to drunks and skunks,
and flashy trash,
and her self-fulfilling prophecy gets smashed!
(C) Livvi