My parents really did
Think that putting
A roof over my head
And having food in the
Cupboards was ample.
And I never aimed
For University or Art school
Because I did not
Want to have to feel
Eternally grateful and
If I "made it" got
A job where I didn't
Have to rely on Fred,
They would Say I
Was an Ungrateful b^tch,
And a snobby cow
Who had nothing
To feel superior about.
And a hard day's
Work would kill me.
I was swanning around,
In cuckoo land,
And some poor b^stars
Would have to deal
With me now.
They would hate me,
For doing well.
I would have a life
And be busy.
And I would be terrified
To return to my
Home town if things
Fell apart. Or the
Break down came later.
Was it better
That it happened
So young ?