edit based on what leanne and ligitana said. (L 6, 8, & 9.
Okay, maybe it was me who was churlish.
Mother was an unpaid prostitute
with stupidity for a pimp.
I loved her like a puppy she fed
every now and then.
Her men were Legion;
bastards who had kids of their own.
but liked to travel
I commuted from fist to fist
like a worn out speed ball
She cared, but not too much.
When she left,
childhood returned.
Okay, maybe it was me who was churlish.
Mother was an unpaid prostitute
with stupidity for a pimp.
I loved her like a puppy she fed
every now and then.
Her men were Legion;
bastards who had kids of their own.
but liked to travel
I commuted from fist to fist
like a worn out speed ball
She cared, but not too much.
When she left,
childhood returned.
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Childhood was churlish:
At the age of six,
or seven it took a bow
and fucked off.
It didn't desert me
as much as it took a hiatus.
Okay, maybe it was me who was churlish.
Mother was an unpaid prostitute
with stupidity for a pimp.
I loved her like a puppy she fed
every now and then.
Her abusers were mean spirited
bastards who had kids of their own.
Beatings were commonplace
commuting from fist to fist
like a worn out speed-ball
She cared, but not too much.
When she left,
childhood returned.