Prostitute

She is a prostitute.
Drunken in daytime, but sober by night
Awkwardly unlike the stereotypes
But all the men use her;
Abuse her at best
Leave her their money between her large breasts
And still she just smiles
With one tooth gone missing
But one doesn't need teeth
When their life is just kissing

Her money is spent on cheap booze around town
Ignoring the fact that she needs a new gown
So continues the cycle
She ends down on her knees
Every night she moans harder, sobbing out,
"PLEASE!

"Stop this sin that you're living
And save me as well!
You touch me like heaven
But both our lives are in hell!"

These words lack the meaning
That she wants to get out
And her dirty surroundings
Muffle the clear, drawn-out shouts
So she rests on the pillows post nightly affairs
And sleeps until morning when she'll breathe liquor like air.