Thereâs rock candy in my mouth.
I watch the cars pull into the parking lot, Parents come to pick their youngâuns.
By a red car stands a short round man Exchanging words with his contrasting daughter.
The girlâs life last night took a turn for worse
But Daddy dearest doesnât want to learn:
What a girl has done is not always her fault,
And if one life is birthed, another will be taut
She twirls h...