30 April 2014

Whore

Whore

she was on the bottom of the pile

she’d been dealt a losing hand

twenty two and HIV positive

all Angela had to trade was her sex

which she did with grim purpose

she hated the punters – she told me so

as she picked at her fingernails

eventually drawing blood

she wanted to infect them all

share and share alike she said

the hate in her ran deeper

than her worn out veins

the love in her

was the desperate kind

for her junkie boyfriend come pimp

who needed his regular fix

that money didn’t grow on trees

she had to hustle for him

she was his daily bread

his slice of a heaven

where

everybody paid their dues

where angels and harlots

were all the same

underneath the skin

they all needed the human touch

and everybody paid

in one coin or another

everybody needs

a bosom to lay their head on

and Angela had hers

in the man who

put her on the street

.

4 comments:

  1. Praveen Parasar4 May 2014 at 14:19

    'where, everybody paid their dues..', everybody needs a bosom to lay their head on... you say it loud and clear john, in awe..

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    1. Thank you Praveen - much appreciated

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  2. Peaceful Flower4 May 2014 at 14:27

    This is so sad especially that it happens... is happening... what we mere humans do to feel loved... excellent John Jack, excellent writing!!

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