The Last Whore
"THE LAST WHORE"
three years later here I sit,
the last whore, the last lie,
another start to a filthy path.
the beer eases the pain of a false
loyalty, however these drunken
words have their validity
unlike
the words of so many whores before
her.
it took me a lot of sleepless nights
and a lot of thinking to find out
that what is set in stone will
remain in stone even when the tablet
is broken.
in the happiest of times and the
most painful of them, one must
continue to write.
as I murder my liver again and again,
each drink, each thought, each tear
holds everything the whores of my
past could not.
she remains a whore without a soul.
grab the drink, light the cigarette,
and accept the mistake two people
created when they created her.
the bottom is up on the glass as the
whore with no class breathes to
take it up the, well, you know the
rest.
By: Chicano Eddie
5302017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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