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.

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