A half-inch skirt with nothing under;
what's this of your misjudged blunder?
My death-red lipstick clearly shows
I sell impurity to foes
of God's sweet word to all his children
in the real world depiction of a nasty pig pen
filled with liars to the highest top
and a daily visit from a dirty cop.
My, my how much my greed controls me
and overcomes my need for safety
on streets of rats and politicians
with lies of love and faux contrition.
My body sells what truth does not
like pleasure to the men who bought
a half an hour of filth and sweat;
an act I've found they'll soon regret
and tell their wives untruthful stories
of late night work and made-up glories
while I sit in my silent corner
still living as a common whore
awaiting love and two cent tips
while all my guilt drips off my lips.
 
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