Oh my goodness you are a slut
The gods laugh as they watch you strut.
Prostitution is the oldest trade…
You know, at least, that’s what they say.
Your heart so black your soul so mottled
I wonder does that posion come in a bottle?
Clever little pen
clever little pen
stroke it baby for you have a friend!
Lonesome fear spoilt brat
You’re the remnants that the devil spat.
Karen Hayward ©2016