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?