Uncle’s touchy feely
Mum’s too drunk to care
Daughter feels trapped
She wants to be elsewhere
Uncle’s not the first
On mums conveyor belt of men
But he’s interested in her children
So mum’s in love again
Uncle is a nightmare
Fake smiles and whiskey breath
When the coast is clear
He starts pulling at her dress
Mum says she wants him to love her children
But this is not what she means
Now daughter's going off the rails
They blame the difficulty of teens
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