I Got Burnt By a Ho
I started with 50, ended with 25
She gave me nothing, just a lot of jive
I told her pimp I want my money back
She is not under factory warranty, there is no contract
I have seen her show, but she no mo jo
I can't believe, just like that, I was burnt by a ho
She tells me that pleasure runs with pain
I am not a pilgrim, I am not John Wayne
I tell her only my bank account hurts when I breathe
She says, to please my customer,I always have something else up my sleeve
I tell her never mind, I will cut my loss
You are supposed to be a ho, I wouldn't reccomend you to my boss
I can't believe I was outsmarted by someone with the intelligence of Larry, Curly
and Moe
It is too embarrassing to admit I got burnt by a ho
You smell like fish, so go work at Cannery Row
I would have been more successful if I would have selected Flo
I will always wonder what could have been
I hope she ends up in Depends
I picture her in a diaper with no self control
Avoid the fishy one, I got burnt by that ho
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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