THE WAYWARD CALL

Deep down she feels like a dirty trampled piece of paper
Tossed from one merciless dervil to the hand of another
Parading herself scantily clad the cold numbing reality

Sometimes she begs to be bought a drink from her clients
Inebriated she is able to overlook her soul which accuses 
Sometimes she does pray – Lord do have mercy her ways

The city authorities regard her as a vermin of the society
Constant harassment is her way of life for they are sworn
Never to legalize her trade never accept hew way of life

Sweetheart darling dear and all terms of love and endearment
Are hers to use to lure the willing and partly willing to her bed
The price negotiated and payment upfront lest she is fleeced

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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