(NB. This piece is from 1997 this time and is clearly influenced from the work of the punk poet, Joolz. Not sure if I agree with all of this but it's a change of gears certainly and does reflect some of my more harsher realism pieces that followed over the years. According to the title this is Version One but alas I have no records of a Version 2)
But nobody asked her
Nobody asked
What
she thought,
Nobody
bothered
To
tell what she should do
Nobody
bothered
After
that night
Nobody
cared
After
she had made
The
biggest mistake
Of
her life
A
quick bit on the side
A
stab in the dark
And
then
Then
that was it
That
was it
Her
whole life had changed
Now
lumbered
With
number two
She
would have to learn
To
fend for two
No
more clubbing
No
more constant partying
To
god knows what hours of the morning
No
more constant flirting
With
any given lad of her given choice
The
queen of the ball
Was
now a single mum
Struggling
to survive
On
fuck all money
And
fuck all hope.
It
all changed.
It
all happened
When
for a few moments pleasure
(with
some drunken
pissed
up lad)
who
probably wouldn’t
even
remember her name
let
alone her face
in
the following mornings
events
she
decided to shag some blind stranger
in
some dark, remote corner
if
only she’d listened
listened
to her mates
who
pleased with her
not
to go
listened
to her mates
who
pleased with her
not
to go.
Listened
to her body
Who
pleased for protection
Listened
to her mum
Who
told her once
Always
plan your every move
Never
jump in head first
But
she didn’t listen
And
threw it all away
Now
look at her
She’s
up all night
If not
for the baby
Drinking
Drinking
anything she can get her hands on
Be it
whiskey
Vodka
Brandy
You
name it, she drinks it
And
she cries
Her
whole life’s a wreck
And
all because of that night
All
because of that one mistake.
