Lament of the streetwalker's dirge

The smell of vengeance
sought out from some poor whore 's cunt,

The tears and blood stained sheets.

Fifty bucks crumpled on the dresser,
cloths on the floor, whore on the bed.

Face Down, Ass Up.

Hatred extracted upon another man's slave
contractual rape and an emotional death.

An hour of pain,another of misery.

She shits the broken condom out
her little souvenir.

Her John lays weeping,
the stained mattress absorbing his aggressions.

As she limps down to the street
yearning for the saftey of her daddy's right hand
Hungry for salvation and full of despair.

A tragedy staged upon the travesty of life
enacted out upon some poor whore's cunt.