My Heart: A Collection Of Poetry And Short Stories

The Whore's Poem

She slathered threats with her fists mad raised
Emerged from the womb with white teeth foaming
She gathered debts that her hips had to pay
She learned love was a tomb while street roaming

A life of cocaine pleasing was her lifestyle
She waltzed over the tracks, every burned bad side of town
Liked Cobain, hazardous and Young Blood, stayed riled
Her faults drove her to blast but she never turned down 

Novelty blow made her crave that gutter glitter
Her friends quit calling, said the snow made her evil
Monogamy though slaved her to be utterly bitter
Impressed with appalling she let the globe be her steeple

Went to church but indulgence was her homily
Men entered the room and she was like a goddess made potion
Bent to hurt, touched refulgence but thought it was a comedy
When temper bloomed she was the odyssey in motion

She played with fire and fire she loved
She drew a line and without manners crossed it
She laid with liars and a liar she was
Wanted a new life with glamour but didn't know what it cost

Before too long she's obsessed with blow now
Lost all her people at those large parties
The whore's song is distressed but she can't slow down
Down with her steeple and the boys with the hardies

Her eyes close from the socket when she thinks
She thought not of home when she lost it and she gets worse
Her mind blows from the exhaustion when she blinks
She's got a lot of bones in the closet and her head hurts