Leaning lightly against a wall
Painted nails, painted face, painted personality
A painted picture of most men's fantasy
Shy with wonder
Eyes cast to the floor
Stands the world's newest
And original whore.
The love and experience that she seeks
Will keep her here
She never speaks
Not a groan does she utter
Her purpose:
To make men's hearts stutter
Their wallets are her primal goal
For that bills that she must pay
For that child she must feed
For that payment of her expensive student fees
Because of this she must stay
All through the night
And all through the day
Till one more man comes strolling by
"I'd say fifty for kiss
Or a glimpse of her thigh."
These sad, pathetic men must take heed
Your head's in your pants
And your hearts' on speed.
No more luxuries will come her way.
All donations come with a price
All goes to feed her
Starving baby.
A contest entry
- The X Chromosome (700 POINTS) by Shahrazad.
700 points, ended December 6, 2007, 25 entries
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Comments
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I hung on to every word- I really enjoyed your writing style and this poem. Excellent. I love where you went with the prompt. Thanks for the fabulous read!

