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but then again I just lied.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Plight of a Prostitute


A thousand heartfelt laughs,
Eating to your souls fill,
Evening draws near,
You slide into your best wear,
Kneeling to the pleasures of the world,
You knock your wings off your back.
Bouncing to the beat of the groove
You fill your heart with the best
And it’s never enough to keep
Eyeing for flesh to fill your thirst.

For trading flesh earns you reward
Of wealth and of worldly pleasures
A taste of a rich man’s luxury
Of splendid rushes down your spines
All at once beneath your rusted halo
Surfaced the hidden crave of lust,
And so you sell your soul among the feeds
As if tomorrow is a forbidden destiny.
Deadly Sins fly about
Watching you sin even more,
Until your soul could contain
No more and you Collapse.



One such a thousand hurtful nights
She sleeps away her weariness,
While the rest of the world complains
Cursing the flashing red light
As a major defect among the good,
The best and the perfect.
She couldn’t care less of what people say
For life is one way for people who swing
Between life and survival,
Lest what they want is death.


Nobody cares to ponder her stake,
Nobody cares to offer her a choice,
Nobody cares to admire the art
Of this humble damsel yet so noble
To have accepted her profession a gift
That put food on one’s humble keep,
That earns her simple pleasures
The best way she knows how to.
And if society should judge
How she keeps her humble life alive,
Should we not judge how society judge her
With a thousand mocking laughs?