WHORE
Standing on the corner at 2 in the morning,
Selling her body,
Degrading herself,
Looking for her next hit.
Ten kids,
Eight daddies,
Won’t give her a dime,
Spending time on the corner,
To put food on the table.
She’s the one,
They ran train on,
Every man has had,
She’s been ‘round the block,
More than a time or 2.