Cereal To Eat.

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).