Just a whore on the street corner
I'm left where I went
on my own accord I sit
sit here for some spare coins
"A penny you could spare, sir?"
"What must I do for a dollar?"
what a worthless whore I am
never willing to earn one cent
not in the ways they intend
"Hey mister, how about a riddle or two?"
"Perform a tap dance?
"Maybe the robot will do?"
No one offers help for free
not without expecting some lewd favor
a favor that would mar me in filth
without a doubt
I will starve myself before selling my body
A whore I am not
not for men
not for money
not for corporate jobs
A whore I am not, nor servant
not to this vile system of things
11/22/13
