Her Toys Are His
He lurks in the evening
his black polished car
the driver can say nothing
he knows this and goes far
into the very world
he is so against
he calls her up at night
and pays with our expense
she comes with a bag of toys
reserved only for the players
only for the ones
who can afford to pay her
and when the morning comes
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet
of the night before
he does this every week
and everything is free
because he has a pen
in which he writes it off
again at our expense
a hotel stay for business
is a night of pleasure
when you are the one
people call the governor.
Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2012
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