I Don't Want to Live This Life

(Change of pace equals review of book
long out of circulation,
but eyes experience immediate hook
so perhaps...take a look
and best locate a cozy nook).

Authored by Debbie
Spungen early 1980's,
yours truly doth recommend
perhaps Facebook
message I will send

whose person I would
be eager to befriend
cuz, title of poem by me,
and book written, sans arduous
motherhood to contend

by above (now octogenarian) gal,
a pitched battle blend
of brute confessional honesty,
and maternal love,
yet heaven forfend,

such sacrifice after gleaning
(of... course add in mix amidst end
of post World War II establishment,
viz hippie revolution number 9)
now only praise, aye absolutely commend

dubble "NOT FAKE" grueling
tale of emotional survival
during anti war
counter cultural trend
insert flaps did bend

immediate curiosity as
spurious hours to expend
choice of reading material,
thus found this bookworm
trying to comprehend

analogous taming wild animal
hence, engrossed many hours on end
today sunday February 17th, 2019
since birth Nancy Spungen the
firstborn and utter archfiend,

whose decade long trajectory,
yet to complete reading
harrowing story til the bloody end,
where near total
mortal kombat doth descend

how young mom stayed sane
one can only applaud and defend,
the monster birthed
from doting parents,
as both key figures

appeared to extend
more patience than Job,
mebbe wounds will never mend
unfortunate unbearable task
since day one did portend
a downward spiral, each day and night

for twenty orbits of Earth round sun
surviving family members
punishing trial may forever
garner kudos to legend
deary selflessness still
cost steep psychological stipend.