Next says the pimp,
Comes in a man
Face unknown race unknown
Puts me on the bed
Goes about his gyrations
Unhindered and unloved
I bearing the pain
As he drives through me
For reason unknown.
I know no soul
Who looked at my face
Or shared a joke of my fate
I wonder how my life was “pimped ”away
Whisked away from home
By a face unknown
I curse this world of mine
As the man makes loveless love.
With a pride of unmanly satisfaction,
Tosses he a counterfeit note.
Next says the pimp.
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