A/N- New poem... Wrote it in creative writing class.
UPDATE- Fixed a MAJOR mistake.... I was missing half of a line.
Its just a job.
Biting wind rips the autumn night
An empty street, under a broken light
The stench of dumpsters fills the air
Even human refuge can be found out there
Young girls and boys in despite need
Seasoned adults with addictions to feed
Why would one join this disheveled mob?
Ask, and they'll grimace
"Its just a job"
Do they really see things as they say?
Do they really want to live that way? (echo: who wants to live that way?)
Perhaps some, but others, not so much
Who wishes to be a toy of lust?
Did you ever think of that teenage boy?
That one you got bring'n your urges joy
Do you know of what he dreamt,
That those blue eyes you gazing into wept?
He left his home at his first chance,
With images of freedom and the streets romance
None of that in turning tricks
Now he's got so much he'll never fix.
So he goes to the next door and turns the knob,
And tells himself its just a job.
Do they really see things as they say?
Do they really want to live that way? (echo: who wants to live that way?)
Perhaps some, but others, not so much
Who wishes to be a toy of lust?