neighborhood whore
i knew a whore once, didn't know that she was
not at first, can't judge a book, ya know.
she was a
tiny , blue eyed
blonde, never
had a chipped nail
or a run in her stockings
white teeth, red lipped, perfect pout
dimpled smile
soft voiced she was.
odd it seemed to me
that she had so many boyfriends, some coming
3 or 4 or more a day, except
on sundays, she was a church going woman
mass every sunday, still
she used the men like kleenex
yeah, she was a whore, after all.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
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