Pounding Grime
through Slime holes.
"Toss it in,
eyes and ears shut,
Don't talk.
I've got mouths to feed.
fuck to sleep.
pay me.
leave.
lay with me,
convulse
cup my diseased reproductive organs.
I'll let you take them home with you
if you finish quickly
and tip well.
I was supposed to be mayor of paradise.
I could have been a sun Queen.
I got lost though.
Somewhere in the middle
of all those dirty stories
that I'm sure we've all read about;
the truck stop brothels,
the highway underpass crimes of passion,
jagged love triangles,
homemade abortion,
coke mirror romance,
dead hooker landfills,
mail order brides,
and choke-sex that 'went a little too far.'
I can't complain
if I'm no longer hungry.
As long as they will want it,
it's mine to give."
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