WHORE

Open all night; drunk all day
Pissing hope and love away
She’s a slave to money and carnal needs
Her life’s unsung, future bleeds
Strong arm tactics keep her at bay
She’ll follow any instruction, do it any way
The sinful accomplices have nothing to say

Red lights glow with somber discontent
Vigorous, wild nights allow time to vent
Sweat drenched sheets envelope the action
All without the necessary spark sorely lacking
Her teeth bite down and fingernails scratch
He groans with pleasureful pain—unable to detach
Neither party can avoid the catch

When she finds love and he grows old
Money no longer fits the mold
Time is lost, souls permanently defaced
Leaving only tarnished desire in its wake
She lost the best life had to offer
Time leading the march to death
Without content and no soul left, the end could have been softer