Hooker Poems

Lily Loves Butcher

Lily is quite a looker
She dresses like a hooker
Dave made a mistake
Asking her for a date
Her husband is a bouncer named Butcher

Hooker

He mistook her for a hooker
                     And you bet, she’ll not forget
Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted
                  

Hooker

He was hooked by bleach blond fish
Only concerned with his 
Onyx deed and red tie to please
Kinda dumb to be at 
Ease
Really Trump is a rump

Hooking

I’ve known the streets: Places where the night lingers and the echoes of passing cars feel distant.

My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys.

I walked past shuttered windows when the city slept, listening  for the familiar footsteps that come and go.

I leaned against the brick walls, my breath clouding in the cold air,

Cataclysm: a Hooker Story

Destiny good Destiny bad
Destiny bring out the Best in Me 
Destiny know I ain't got a phone
She give me one & call me incessantly

I met a hooker named destiny 
she gave me a johns phone
You try to find your lost phone 
& it takes you to Johns home
She's a Looker, Come on bro how hard

The Rooster and the Hooker

What's the difference between a rooster and a hooker? 
A rooster says- "Cock-a-doodle-doooo" 
A hooker says- "Any-cock-will-doooo"

What To Do If a Hooker Loves You

Remain polite she's only a friend
Do not judge you do not know the end
Only come at her request, no surprises keep it best
Keep what you see deep inside
She does what she does only to survive
When she gives what she gives take it in stride
Little things add up as you set them aside
You ask "Does she

Hooker Playing House

(Sonnet for Indian Lake)

I met a young girl on Saint Patrick’s Day. 
She was looking for something important
To fill in the void she was dealing with.
She was pleased when I offered my content.

I rented a house on a scenic lake,
And worked very hard to give her a home.
It didn’t take long till the tide came

Alien Whore

I went in and Sioja was ready for me. Before we started I introduced myself and put the cash on the table. Pay before enjoying the goods. Sioja was orange skinned and had purple hair. It was all natural as was the third eye in the middle of her forehead. This was brilliant green and

Hooker Fun

Tricolor yarn soft as a baby
Do I knit or do I crochet?
Slip stitch, one knit, one purl
Scarves, booties, and blanket
One stitch at a time
Soft and pretty
So much joy
Hooker
Fun

Pretentious Poem 1

Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable 
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness 
No guilt, no shame, 
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement 
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in

Dressing Like a Hooker

The craziest thing I have ever done
Is dress like a hooker in an off-the-shoulder sweater,
and the tightest, lightest baby blue hip hugger, bellbottoms,
in order to procure the lead to the senior play.
I had to sneak out of the house, dressed in red lipstick
and false eyelashes.

I am a Bible-belt girl, and belting out the Bible was

The Hooker

There she was
a dancer up on stage
swaying seductively to the crowd's rage
but in her mind and heart
she was really quite shy
and years passed further apart
then the suggestive men's eyes.

To the dance of body rhythms run
her childlike youth succumbed
to the lustful ardor void
and inner beauty  spurned
stole her innocence destroyed
leaving impassioned bodies burned
in lieu of the

Summertime Hooker

mark the one willing to explore...
a hero within our mist,
complete me
compete thee
the hour divides
Calm down..calm down
the turning of the tide
Halen, Hendrix & Page
broken windows mark your age

visible
creative rage...
frozen Tundra
late night number...,
look deeper
crunch of the familiar
lonesome tiger,

heaven in side her
walk to the meeting
in seek of a kingdom
treasure with your coat on
in use of the magic fog

Bronco

The Hooker

out on the street faces to meet
tricks for a screw a parting few
the mixmaster or the tumbleweed
a careless deed

heroin took my next of kin
let me be the first to begin again
She works on the dock past 8th Street and 12 North
snorts a line or two before she screws

she's a slave of the street coupled with

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