She is a groupie though not in the normal sense.
Group Therapy, Encounter Groups her thing.
A chance to hold the floor, to bare her soul,
To tell a horror story to eclipse the rest.
And when current relationships break down,
Strange how they do, she takes off to another town
With added fuel plus stories from her former group.
These now hers to relate as personal history.
And, to be fair, she does believe them to be such.
She can relay them with complete conviction.
Have her audience hanging on her every word.
And doesn’t she just love it holding every eye.
For a while, an A.A. group had her perform.
‘My name is Janice Walker. I’m an alcoholic.’
She, who couldn’t bear the stuff, could say this without blush.
Relating with great gusto fictional degeneracy.
But now her father’s going to have the past rewritten.
She says constant rape in childhood’s ruined her life.
In spite of friendly warnings, she is hell bent to speak out,
Take centre stage, and air his gross depravity in court.