This has to be one of the best poems here.
I lie it for it speaks the truth. Keep it up
Stamped with the title hooker
Trying to achieve maximum deviancy
Prowling the dirty midnight
Jumping at the prospect of cash
Ready to bow to an overlord
Flinching when the pimp cane swings
Desperately seeking the hidden
Yearning to find her pieces
She prefers prostitute
Quid Pro Quo
Blindly grabbing pieces
Cramming them into wrong places
She is no one to anyone
Apparently, or so she thinks
She can't hook anymore
The police caught her
They said she has AIDS
And returned her to her mother
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Ooooo! Child prostitution and the controversy of AIDS/STD's.
Dood, I'm good.
(Just to show you I've still got the warp.)
the love you withhold is the pain you carry.
This has to be one of the best poems here.
I lie it for it speaks the truth. Keep it up
Born to rule, raised to lead, taught to establish: The African Queen
FLawEdmiNd (Dec 15, 2007)
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