Thursday, January 17, 2008

A POEM - TIRED SENTIMENTS REGARDING THE WHORES

TIRED SENTIMENTS REGARDING THE WHORES
It didn't matter if they had
the most genuine smiles,
the kindest ways,
the sincerest needs
or the most perfect asses.
At times I got so sick of their touts
I just wanted to give those whores
a taste of calloused,
scarred American knuckle...

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