Poetry Blogs (prostitution)
agile mind dimmed by the drugs
they say shes a dopewhore; she fucks all the plugs
no one to care for her, shes losing her mind
but deep down inside theres a loving soul you'll find
scared of her shadow shes been badly abused
covered in makeup so you cant see that shes bruised
turned to the gang because it was the only thing left
but it wasnt what it seemed full of lies and ful...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:42 am
shes desperate for a fix
anything for the drugs so that includes taking dangerous risks
calling up every drug dealer she knows, to see if theyd give her something in exchange for taking off her clothes
didnt matter what they gave her, so long as she was high and the night was a blur
every couple hours a new man was involved
when she was caught one night her family was appauled
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:21 am
Twas the dawning of Father's Day, so said Facebook
Not a feeling was stirring, not even a fuck.
No flowers were planted by the headstone with care
Cos a mad pauper's grave can have no headstone there.
The children were restless, and not in their beds
Cos visions of suicide danced in their heads
Of white overalls and of tablets and shame
And sickness and pimping, a life quite insane.
Monday 6th January 2020 4:49 pm
There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night.
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives,
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes.
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street
to the place that she calls her place of work
where her clients know that she’ll be.
In driving rain she'll be there again
as the drivers stutter on b...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:32 pm
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:37 pm