Petunia knocks

Petunia knocks
on The Good Fortune door
she wants to be a lap dancer
on the bar room floor
but first she must pass
the casting couch test
by pulling up her skimpy
pretty purple tight vest

white girl
trash girl
dirty little slut girl
pimp girl
pimply girl
Mummy left her little girl

the words on her chest
say she’s DADDY’S GRRL!!
yet he’s the ****
who made her life unfurl
now she’s doing it again
just like she was told
that day when her childhood
was first bought and sold

it’s just a blow job
so what the heck she thinks
but he’s fat and hairy
and his groin fucking stinks
she remembers sitting screaming
with abdomen pains
blood and baby stuff flushing
away down the drains

Petunia Petunia
she doesn’t know her own name
it’s a flower a flower
with colours aflame
reds purples pinks
they all look the same
bruises abuses
give away the sad game

you do strip or poles
and favours or what?
sign here young lady
on these blackened dots
you can take your time
here snort a line it’s fine
it’ll make your eyes shine
now go make the men say
you’ll be mine oh mine

white girl
trash girl
Mummy left her little girl
pimp girl
pimply girl
dirty little slut girl

Petunia Petunia
she does what she does
’cause you just have to work
and god knows it don’t pay
to be a shy lazy shirk
she’s got debts and rent
and men to pay
there’s never a good time
in any shit day

late in the night
on the top attic floor
when all of the punters
have been kicked out the door
she curls like a foetus
tight as a ball
the sound of the night
infiltrating the walls

white girl
trash girl
dirty little slut girl
pimp girl
pimply girl
Mummy left her little girl

the words from her Dad
echo in her head
she can’t stop his yells
even though he’s dead

but look – it’s ok
she’s ok – ok?
she’s got someone to hold
a black girl who’s older
goes by the name Marigold
her nails are like petals
painted reds purples pinks
she’s her surrogate mum
well that’s what the kid thinks

they’re two flowers them two
two flowers no more
and there’s no going back
to their lives long before
or when Petunia knocked
on The Good Fortune door
for life is what it is
and what it is
is no more

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