It's Not A Crime If She's A Prole

Its Not A Crime If She’s A Prole

Did you know blood makes noise
I can't stand the clamor because
I can't understand the reason
For the noise of blood squirting
From my skin, as the knife plunged into my shoulder
and my body folded in pain
To try to remain protected.
But the violence takes its toll
I'm adversely affected permanently
For no reason that I can see at all
Maybe I'll come back
In the fall, when I can understand
The need for violent attacks
On star-scarce nights when clouds
Cover the sky like a premonitory sign.

I appreciate the effort, but
Leave me alone in my pay-by-the-hour
Roach motel. The damage is done, doc.
The crime is done, the police are gone
The blood is drawn, and my emotions
Died in an ugly roach motel.

I still have to go out tomorrow
And do it all again,
No matter what you say.
I can only hope this time
He uses a condom and
Won't put a knife to my throat.

The crime is done,
The police are nowhere to be found
My blood has been stolen by a knife
Now I need to figure out
How to tell my little prince
About the cuts on mommy's body.

Doc, I appreciate the effort,
But I'm wounded and it won't go away.
Leave me in peace, because
I've already got my disease.
So take your fuckin' filthy hands off of me.