A poem about the awful life of prostitution, and how women sometimes don’t have a choice, being treated like a treat. 


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Red rose drip

Sudden urge

Lampost drops

Fishnet socks

You were the girl

Sweet as chocolate

You carmamel the room

Heating the lips

To a traveling goodbye

You are dangerous

And sad in your ways

Don’t do this for long

Or you’ll regret it one day

@ Camile McGregor

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