Useless Beauty

Eye witness they, O my mother, rag less I am. You are the price maker but guilty I am; So much needs, chastity at deal Shameless crying, robbed body mine Painless, humorless, oh soulless men! You all made me nude there Keep squashing a fun, changing bodies a turn Fatigue breathes, futile face; I am the owner of decaying age. But hairs are, now, no gripped, eyes refusing dipped Corpse not, oh pimp, enough for sale May be your sister, I am. What! if your mother or wife I am. Address me, your breed oh male!