Bad Whore
She was not a good whore
she was bad.
A bad big-boned whore
rotten to the core.
Bad whore had a pimp
but even he was better than her.
Her customers were drunks,
mostly punks and skunks.
She worked the streets
until her thighs got too big
and her ass began to drag.
She fell in with a bad crowd
They robbed a pharmacy
but they stayed too long -
now the cops come.
The guys began to run
but not that bad whore,
she pulled a pistol,
shot one cop dead
wounded the other, they said
but he got his shot off, he did;
plugged her in the liver it did.
She stood there cussing
screaming for more
until that bad whore
fell dead to the floor.
She was not a good girl;
need I say no more?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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