Clock Work Hooker?
Added 2018-02-26 18:57:13 +0000 UTCHere is a funny little poem I wrote a few weeks back. Maybe it'll be a song one day, but for now, I thought you'd find it funny. I still don't have a name for it yet...got any idea?
Her body’s made of man made things,
bought for her like a diamond rings,
from all the boys she threw a smile,
Who grin at her like crocodile.
She’ll flash a smile, show some skin,
Invite the boy to come within.
They’ll call it love, but there’s a cost.
And after pay they will be tossed.
Soon they’ll buy her brand new breasts,
to adorn once flattened chests,
And all the boys will lear, and say,
“You are the prettiest girl today.”
They bought her teeth of pearly white,
They bought her hair that glows at night,
Bought perfect face that’s just for show,
And private parts as white as snow.
They bought her a brand new nose,
They bought her more tiny toes,
And make up, to paint a brand new face,
She wears it all with gentle grace.
“Take a peek, for a small price,
I can show you paradise!”
“paradise” bought week by week,
By men like you, who paid to peek.
Comments
Beautifully dark. I hear dark gypsy music with heavy weeping violins....
Jennifer Frandsen
2018-02-27 01:46:22 +0000 UTCAnd also awesomely alliterative!
Giselle Feuillet
2018-02-26 22:57:52 +0000 UTCThat’s good!
Abney Park
2018-02-26 22:35:45 +0000 UTCConsidering she gets new parts as gifts, perhaps "Clockwork Courtesan" would be better than "hooker".
Giselle Feuillet
2018-02-26 21:54:21 +0000 UTCI like it my good sir, ideas for the style of tune?
eric hughes
2018-02-26 19:13:46 +0000 UTC
