Prostitute
Coming from the institute
Where constant, casual sodomy
Carries it's own irony
Isn't it lovely
When brick walls crumble
You finally reach the top...
Suddenly
You stumble
Over
And upon your own waste
Now you must make haste
Your biggest customer awaits
Hey big boy
You like what you see
Fuck no!
Get it away from me!!
Pill pusher
Numb filler
It may help
But it won't kill her
Drug fiend
Alleys unseen
Tempted by confusion
I deficate what I mean
High priced hooker
I don't want your business anymore
Why is it
When I kick you to the floor
You always come back
Begging for more
S&M whore
Without your mask
Your just a bore
A complete blur
The uncontrollable shakes that stir
Pill popper
Heart stopper
It never helped
It just cock blocked her
Shadowed fiend
Alleys foreseen
Comfort in confusion
I still shit what I mean
Suck it up
And push.
Copyright 2003 John Michael Joseph Barnes
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