Jenna lives on the streets of Kensington Avenue
somebody’s daughter, once with a future
now she’s like a mindless zombie
and bent over swaying back and forth
her life fucked up from Fentynal
there seems to be no help for her
the politicians don’t seem to give a shit
about what has happened to her
she’s not one of their daughters
she doesn’t matter, an acceptable casualty
one of their many inconvenient eyesores
who like so many other lost souls
will probably die on the streets of Kensington.
Bob Boyd