This is Rachel,
Lives in a house of chaos -
Unhappiness is her way of life.
She walks the streets in the rain bedraggled,
No coat,
Hair lank and the smile of laughter died in her eyes.
No one looks after her.
Crisps and pop pile up in the kitchen,
Cheap abundance in a household of smells;
The T.V glowers darkly,
The lights are off,
A fug surrounds this focus of insularity
In Mum and Dad’s dank sweat-filled world.
Poor Rachel -
Thief,
Smoker,
Truant,
Liar -
She could have been a Star.
But Mum has young children and no ambition,
Dad likes to veg. out,
And between them there’s not enough attentionThis is Rachel,
Lives in a house of chaos:
Unhappiness is her way of life.
She walks the streets in the rain bedraggled,
No coat,
Hair lank and the smile of laughter died in her eyes.
No one looks after her.
Crisps and pop pile up in the kitchen,
Cheap abundance in a household of smells;
The T.V glowers darkly,
The lights are off,
A fug surrounds this focus of insularity
In Mum and Dad’s dank sweat-filled world.
Poor Rachel,
Thief,
Smoker,
Truant,
Liar -
She could have been a star,
But Mum has young children and no ambition,
Dad likes to veg. out,
And between them there’s not enough attention.
