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.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
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