Seven Young Prostitutes
Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult male
And stop a day from going stale…
The picture is competition:
To whom would one loss petition?
Yes, a quite charged atmosphere
For one to in chats interfere:
A rival swipe for being too gaunt,
The rather fat with her size haunt
Open boasts about being half chaste;
How good cash paid one not a waste…
They were seven young prostitutes
Who’d failed in enrolled institutes.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
