Poison Pool

Step Father peeking through the drapes

Of this motel room

Where this morning

I had been so excited to visit

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

But the dark man in the turban

Says the pool is poison

Maybe that’s where they wash their needles

These men on choppers and barely dressed women

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

I chance a peek through bedroom door

Why are mothers’ eyes bleeding

And she is warding off invisible demons

That she sees on the floor

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

He says she is ill and that’s why

We had to get away, all lies

But I am eleven years old now

And I have become very wise

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

For I’ve peeked before and I know

Why you prick your stomach

Instead of your arm

Because ‘The Man’ don’t look there

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

Now I know why you buy us balloons

And the searching officers

Tear up our toys

As they go through our room

Cook the powder

And tighten the rope

Grit your teeth, addict

And slam your dope

Slam your dope

And seal your doom

Swing from a rope

In a six dollar room

You’ve lost all hope

You’ve lost all hope

Now you’ll grit your teeth

In a six foot tomb