I got the fuck out of the scrape bucket
not to rub the life out

futher cuts scarred me-the only child- deeper down
into my tatooed subconscious

you were unwilling to help

to survive I had to teach myself
how to cheat -just like my unknown father

I learned well
how to mug -punching old ladies in the face
for their empty handbags
to beat my meat and hit the oven

not from you mummy


























































































































from your granddaughter