Parent predators phone
A saucepan bangs in my head
I accept the money deposited
It will be a boost the stalkers say
So spirited, shameless and subverted.
Sometime in the past I gave them my bank account number
The only trail left to me.
Money is deposited like tiny bits of bread
As that goddamn saucepan bangs in my head
My father is the lifeline, the dwindling thread.