Note - This is a poem I wrote about a woman, stuck in a depraved society. It has a twist ending if you can grit through it. I'm pretty happy with the result of it despite its adult nature.
It is a dystopian outlook on the life of the sex trade through the vantage of a small girl.
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL IN A FUCKED UP WORLD.
HER EYES LIT UP WITH A SWIRL OF FIRE
HEATED FROM ANGER NEVER TO TIRE
SIDE BY SIDE THEY WALKED HAND IN HAND
HURLED BY THE URGENCY OF THEIR TASK AND THE PAIN OF THEIR BRAND
THE MAN CAME TO HER LATE AT NIGHT
DRIVEN BY DESIRE AND SOON QUENCHED BY SIN AND POWER
OH COME AND LET ME LOVE YOU
YOU ZEALOUS SLUT, SWALLOWING THIS TASTELESS MUCK
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL IN A FUCKED UP WORLD.
SHE HAD A MOTHER WHO WORKED TO FUCK
PROVIDING A MEAL FOR ALL BUT NEVER A CLASS TOO TALL
THERE WAS NO BUREAUCRACY ONLY A NEED TO BURN
A NEED TO CHURN AND A NEW SET OF SKILLS TO LEARN
OH COME AND LET ME LOVE YOU
YOU ZEALOUS SLUT SWALLOWING THIS TASTELESS MUCK
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL IN A FUCKED UP WORLD
THERE WAS MONEY TO BE MADE WITH MEN TO FUCK AND MILK TO SUCK
GENERATIONS WERE BRED AND NO GROUND TO BE LEAD JUST A NEW DAY SPENT GIVING HEAD
LIFE'S CIRCLES SURE WERE HARSH, THE CRYING BABE MADE TO REPLENISH THE STOCK
THIS WAS THE PRICE TO BE PAID WHEN BORN OF A DYING FLOCK
WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE SHE WOULD LAP UP HER MILK AND THANK HER SELFLESS MOTHER FOR WHAT WAS FREELY GIVEN
HER MA WOULD CRY TEARS STREAKING DOWN HER SIDES BLAMING THE RICH FOR PROVIDING THE MEANS TO BE DRIVEN
OH COME AND LET ME LOVE YOU YOU ZEALOUS SLUT SWALLOWING THIS TASTELESS MUCK
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL IN A FUCKED UP WORLD
HER PRESENCE WAS ALL THE OLD ME ASKED IF PRESENT
BUT AS THEY HELPED THEMSELVES TO WICKED DELIGHTS THERE MOUTHES WOULD MOAN AND TASTE THE AIR HINTING AT A NEW LIFE UNFURLED
WHAT A WONDERFUL LADY FEARLESS YET STRICKEN
SHE WOULD STARE AT HER WORLD WITH HUNGRY EYES EAGER TO PLEASE BUT CARELESS AS TO WHERE SHE WAS DRIVEN
HAPPY WERE THE DAYS WHEN THERE WAS PLENTY OF FOOD TO EAT AND CLEAN WATER TO DRINK
NO NEED TO SUCK JUST BECAUSE HER HOME WAS BROKEN
NO NEED TO FUCK JUST BECAUSE THE BEASTS AROUND HER HAD AWOKEN
POOR LITTLE GIRL SOON HER LIFE HAD CHANGED
THERE WAS NO TIME TO PLAY WHEN RENT HAD TO BE ARRANGED
SHE NOW DID THE DIRTY TO SEE IF ANOTHER MEAL COULD BE EXCHANGED
HOME SHE WENT GASPING OPEN-ARMED AND IN TEARS
INTO THE DOOR HER BODY WOULD FLY ONLY TO HAVE THE CONSULT OF HER FATHER'S EYE
ON THE TABLE HER DAD HAD BEEN PAID
THREE LOAVES OF BREAD STOOD STURDY A MAN SPLAYED GESTURING FOR HER TO BE WAYLAID
HER FATHER GESTURED, PAID IN FULL SO HER LEGS COULD BE SPREAD
CRY AS SHE MIGHT, HENCEFORTH TO THE ANIMAL'S DELIGHT
BUT RENT WOULD NOT BE FREE FOR THIS WAS ONLY ONE FAMILY
SO MANY NIGHTS SHE WOULD KNEEL AND PRAY
THAT THIS ALL WOULD BE A DREAM AND SHE WOULD NO LONGER HAVE TO STAY
HER TEARS WOULD FALL AND HER MOTHER WOULD SHAKE HER AWAKE
THERE WAS ONEY TO BE MADE AND ANOTHER ORGASM TO FAKE
IT WAS A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY HIDDEN BEHIND ALL THE RICHES ONE COULD MAKE
LIFE WAS A BARGAIN BUT THE PRICE WAS TOO HEAVY AND MUCH WAS AT STAKE
HER FACE WOULD FLINCH AS HER EYES WERE PRIED
THIS WAS NOT THE SAME PLACE THE CHILD HAD SIGHED
SHE WOULD SHUDDER FROM FRIGHT AND ALL THE MEN WITH THEIR SICK DELIGHT
HOW SHE WOULD PRAY FOR A NEW LIFE AND A MORE WHOLESOME DAY
OH COME AND LET ME LOVE YOU THE DOCTOR WOULD SCREAM
YOU ARE A WARD OF THE STATE AND FOR ME TO TAG TEAM
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL IN A FUCKED UP PLACE
NOW SHE WOULD HAVE MEMORIES SHE WOULD NEVER ERASE
THE DOCTOR IS IN WITH HEALTH TO BE FED
A BABE IN HER WOMB AND A NEW CHILD TO BE LED
YOUR NIGHTMARES ARE NOW GONE AND THERE IS A NEW LIFE TO GUILD
RUN NOW CHILD FOR YOU HAVE A FAMILY TO CONSIDER AND A HOME TO REBUILD
THAT WORLD IS OVER AND YOU CAN NOT ROLLOVER
YOU MAY NO LONGER BE MY PET, YET YOUR MEMORIES MUST BE FIRMLY SET
NO LONGER WILL YOU DREAM OF THIS WICKED PLACE
YOUR LIFE IS UNBOUND AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE IS SOME NEW MEANING TO FACE
OH COME LET ME LOVE YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL LADY
HEAR ME NOW FOR YOUR NEW NAME IS SADY
SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL BORN AS A SCHIZOPHRENIC WIFE
HE STUCK WITH HER FOR ALL THOSE YEARS SO THEY COULD BOTH HAVE A NEW LIFE
YOU ARE READING
A Chaotic Mind
PoetryThis is a book of freeverse poems or creative writing. Each one is not reliant on another and most rarely have anything to do with each other. The topics are anything from love, to sex , to politics, movies, books, basically anthing that may come to...
