Gingerly - Not Ginger

GINGERLY? - NOT GINGER! Ginger used an array of colourful drugs, And owed money to many cruel thugs, She was a beautiful fresh fifeteen year old, When her sad story began to unfold! Ginger was at a party and got very drunk Police raided it ,arrested the responsible punk! By twenty she had become hooked And arrested several times and booked! During her short life, she had to often steal, If she wanted to have the occasional meal! She lived under a bridge at the bottom of town, Lay on cardboard, covered by a ragged gown. Filthy gangsters, relentless in their chase, Kicked, beat, abused her and cut her face, No matter her age all they wanted was money, You got no money, then bang, bang honey! Told you girl, no money, you owe, you die You have made us angry now, don’t dare to cry! Ginger had spirit, was desperate and bold, The drug dealers were tired, sluggish and old! She had had enough, made a quick dart and bolt Knocked one out, but second one gave her a clout! Ginger quite dazed and bewildered, ran into the street, Where she got lost, as she mingled with many feet! She made herself a promise that never again, Would she touch drugs, they brought much pain. A kind young man noticed and helped her escape, Threw round her naked, fragile body a drape. At her twenty first party, the following year, She got engaged to this young man, so dear She never again looked or took any drugs, Said farewell to her sad life, and detestable thugs!