She was a king size girl
In an ostracized world
Where double digits met in hell.
And though she tried
Despite her broken down pride,
She used her sex to sell.

Her body grew fat
After the asthma attack
Once she had been told to leave.
Losing all composure
From the lies that they told her,
She lost the reflex to breathe.

They witnessed the change
From bland to strange
As her emotions became too numb.
Teasing proud
For a dollar-bill crowd,
Once her past refused to be undone.

She was a pathetic child
Knocked up and wild
When her visions filtered clean.
Though the filth was new
Concealing a Christian view,
She went down like a programmed machine.

I cherished this shift
To mechanically mischief
As the sex fed my taste.
Because I was reborn
Through their canker-sore horn
While my innocence was defaced.

Flabbergasting robotic sexual waste.
 
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