@feebie 17 May 2020 more from that month

On a Good Day

On a good day, Adorned with skimpy clothes should bring creases to his forehead, No longer a little girl carried high on his neck On a good day, She should have brought out her maternal claws, Tearing out the offending garments, On a good day, I should have been warned of my blossoming rounded cherries, Competing with mother's sagging papaya, On a good day, He shouldn't be leering at me with slimy, oily looks, After hard labour in his equally oily shop On a good day, He shouldn't be here under the secrecy of the night, Large, rough hands fondling down south, Jacking away my innocence, as he does his inflated tires On a good day, She shouldn't have protected his name, "it's not heard of" she sneered, Her precious second chance at Love is not to blame, Her "evil seductress" of a child is On a good day, I wouldn't be going on a short long journey Which requires just six feet, Her songs of regret a blanket of discomfort in my cold grave On a good day, The only song worth singing now is silence!