Germ Whorefare

I only wanted love or
At least I wanted what
Love passes for
On that vile parking lot

Of course, I didn’t want to pay
I would have much preferred
Never, morality to betray
But that is what occurred

Oh yes I have diminished
Both this young girl and me
My self-respect is finished
And I just want to flee

And now I have discovered
In her efforts, me to please
A parting gift uncovered
That terrible disease

Of course, I didn’t want to pay
Oh this I reaffirm
I didn’t want to pay, this way
The currency or the germ
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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