A Boomers Daughter - part two
When she was little she thought
her daddy was a secret agent
three tours in vietnam - agent orange
and a reconstructed right foot
had left him with a bit of baggage
and recurring flash-backs
Quality time with dad
meant laying under their car all day
watching for the VC
Or helping to booby trap the house
in camoflauge face paint.
Her mom became a Jehovahs Witness
and set out for new mexico
armed with a divorce decree
and watchtower magazines
looking for aliens to save
because SHE had a message
Dad opened a night club
and married one of the dancers.
She grew up on fast food
in a dirty house filled with drama
and exotic lingerie.
At sixteen she wanted a car
and wondered how she might get it.
Her friends worked after school
slinging burgers & fries for chump change
She knew she would never do that.
She had eaten too much of it growing up
So she looked to her dad & stepmom
and pulled a page out of their book
Her idea was simple and ingenious.
A calendar w