The whore
sells what she's got
for sex.
She's got
so much money
but she won't give
it up for free. If
you want it
and you do,
you know
what the deal
is.
You
Yes, you!
You have to sex up, sex
out, sex in and sex
about the whore
'til she gets so
hot she pays.
It's nasty the way
that power imbalance
plays.
You need her so much
for the money, but she
must have her
sex. Wait.
Are you
the whore
in this setup?
Have you checked?
Maybe the sudden flip
of roles here makes you
understand how hurtful
some words can be.
Whore!
For instance.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
the whore
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