WHORE

Sometimes, I wish you were a whore

a filthy streetwalker

with an ugly pimp named Wally

who knows the bag of oranges trick

and used it

sparingly, but still...

I wish, occasionally,

that you were wasted, weak, worse-off

thna you'd ever imagined.

I think sometimes,

of the dark dirty hole

you'd call home

and the dark dirty things

you'd have to do

to maintain it.

I imagine the hell of your life

and how awfully cruel

the fates were

to put you there.

I wonder, sometimes, about you

as a whore,

and think about how I'd get to save you.

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