Lolita

lolita a whale

with a heart of gold

as big as the tank

that  has had to hold

a beautiful female

an angel of sorts

locked up in a bath tub

sharing her thoughts

so many years

around and around

really she wished

she just could have drowned

bubbles and troubles

and crescendo’s of noise

preached too and sworn at

like naughty boys

given the hard shoulder

everyday

this beautuful songstress

could not get away

stuck in a bath tub

aching like mad

looking up at the lights

thinking she’s sad

so demoralized

with pains every where

all these years

its so  bad

will she recover

I mean life is sad

refuse collectors covered in dirt

the sound of her grunting

driving us mad

clearly she will die there

on frozen fish

with  frozen chips

On a cracked platter

with a selection of dips.