A choked up ghost her muttered sigh
Palms clasped tight as she wished to die
Helpless very well may be her middle name
Or perhaps it's Janice, Candice, or maybe it's shame?
God only knows ot only takes one look at those eyes
To prevail the hunger, the loss, the cold demise
I'm going with janice, what about you?
She could even be a Norma, although Prudence..untrue
But despite my waver of contemplation downpour,
The facts are true, one simply can't ignore
That without a name this girl will forever remain
Deprived of hope. Blasphemous. A life of shame.
Where is it tonight where we'll find her masked in the night?
Barefoot. Down trodden. Lost. Marmite.

..Though very rotten she is, it's her where I find my vey delight