without him i may be nothing
but i'm a nothing that can turn a trick
make a guy pop for just five bucks
ten for a hole
twenty for both
fifty to fuck 'em
none of this hourly shit
takes me ten minutes i'm off to my next client
aint no pride left in working
'least none that I can tell
still it's better than dying
or so they say
so they tell me
that's all they claim
i'm fucking sick of being told it
with nothing to back it up
they know something dude
i mean it
either way it don't matter
too much lost to pay
gotta pay to win
pay to make money
pay in salvation to get to heaven
or so they say
he hated what he thought i was
so i became what he hated
simple as that
Author notes
It killed me not to do more punctuation than the contractions, but I think it's actually better for it. Ditto on the capitalization. It's not a pretty picture at all, and there's not really any message, but it hangs there. I'm pretty happy with it as-is because it kinda eats at the reader a little bit and has a sort of weird roll. I imagine an aging male hooker taking drags on a cigarette between the stanzas when I read it...
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Comments
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This sounds a lot like the poetry I wrote when I first started writing. Blunt and pure and full of attitude. I like it thank you for enterin
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Your pretty young to remember a movie called 'Midnight Cowboy' with John Voight and Dustin Hoffman, but damn your poem sure brought it to mind.. An excellent write, well done.. And I highly recommend you rent the movie.. Cya..
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Thank you! I really enjoy Dustin Hoffman, so I'll look into it
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