You started being a hooker,
when you were 15 years old.
Now you are 42 with 3 kids,
and still the same profession.

You had your own business cards,
that quoted all the prices.
Cherry red lipstick covering stains,
of the last meeting with a 'client'.

Jailed so many times you couldn't remember,
but they always gave you a fine.
Of course, you paid it off in dollars,
protituting to pay your prostitution ticket.

Ratty hair and an old torn skirt,
you liked wearing tight underwear.
You must of looked beautiful once,
but working on your back took it away.

Those skimpy tops displayed your wares,
blotchy, and the size of melons.
You've probably had every disease in the book,
and a few more doctors can't name.

Spread you legs once more, Lucy,
your daughter Sarah does the same.
You can't even pretend to know she doesn't,
because she works the same street corner.

12/26/2003

Posted on 12/27/2003
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