Story of a Prostitute

The street my beat My job not odd Tricky Dickey Harry Larry And Tom my John Got laid Get paid In room No bloom Just bed for head Up down around Up down around Up down around A nut my gut My John is done His sperm A germ S T and D No cure Not sure Baby Maybe Abort this sort End life With knife A need to bleed The pain Insane They die Hear cry Can't think Take drink Can see Baby I try To die More pain I gain Can't hid seek guide Oh well Must tell I'm bent Repent His grace Seek face My dread He shed A flood His blood For me Set free This mess He blessed Now live Forgive I care will share Story Glory To save a babe Penned 4/16/2015 3:30p.m.