Cereal to Eat.
It’s a different man from yesterday, at our breakfast table
Touching, kissing our stepmum and eating our only cereal
Maybe she did not tell him that\'s all we have to eat today
Take what he wants, like all the others he will be on his way
Another young man who passes through our house at night
She chases his manhood and pushes us children to one side
We will clear the bottles later and try to tidy up our home
She will be back in the pub, leaving us kids once again alone
I try to look after my half-sisters the best a young boy can
While she is flirting and getting more drunk with every man
There will be many men at our table over the coming weeks
All I can hope for, is they leave us some of our cereal to eat.
Nataiella (1975).