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Homeless
by Grant Palmer I’m Mum, my kids Jack and Jill I fixed up mangled bodies Soldiers, women and kids. Now I am fucked in the head With nightmares each night Mangled kids that look like my own. And I left them with their father When I left to serve In Screwedupistan against the Taliban. Their father left when I came home He couldn’t handle my shit I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t touch his dick. The money from Screwedupistan Paid off his debts so he’s no longer bankrupt Won’t take the kids, he fucks another woman. Society isn’t ready for me A female veteran All screwed up. “You cannot wear your father’s medals On the left hand side” In the RSL they say. “Fuck off they're mine” I angrily retort Burning tears like acid pissing from my eyes. I cannot work that is all to hard Who wants a broken women Tearing up as she cleans the room. A final repossession notice, screaming red Is in the mail today I can’t get a rental and I cannot feed the kids. I went to DVA starting 18 months ago Paperwork with legislation I don’t understand “three months to work out that you served.” Sclerotic bureaucratic impenetrable Are you sure you cannot work? Aged Care Nursing perhaps? “A nurse” you say “near dying people” I’m not sure that’s a good idea I have had enough of that. The only Pysch available doesn’t take DVA $250 a session Medicare pays $130 I need that TPI you pricks. I need help to feed my kids Try the Salvos they say A leaner not a lifter. Looking through wanted ads, anything Escort and brothel jobs Melbourne CBD immediate start. I ring the number mentioned “Can you do an interview? You’ll need to strip down naked” I decide I need to go “Too old” at 30 Says the mutton dressed as lamb. Fuck her I decide to go alone I call up some of the others To learn what I have to do. I buy a new phone Cheap lingerie from Kmart Place an ad. Text preferred Incalls prior arrangement Outcalls hotels only. Fuck and a blow job $300 an hour cash No judgement in return. I have never done fucking for money Fucking meant something once Scared and confused I need to feed the kids. He sends me a text, a hotel room at $120 a day The psych’s session Medicare gap $120 Yippee $60 for me. I hope he is clean I hope he isn’t fat What if he wants bum sex? Do I ask for the cash up front? Does he just hand it over? Don’t negotiate a price at all! The hotel room Clean but showing its age Just like me. Cheap black lingerie brazilian neatly trimmed Porn silent on TV condoms by the bed A part time Juliet for Romeo Fuck you Taliban Fuck you my ex Fuck you DVA. The knock on the door Ready to be fucked To feed and house my kids. |
Kelly Hansen, CEO of NOVA Women and Children tells us about increases in homelessness 
Caseworker Lee Jones tells us about her experience: 
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