Monday, March 11, 2013

In memory of all the dead whores

There are no lovers
on this side of midnight
& all the little virgins
wear their hair like Lady Gaga
while rain coated old men
dream dirty dreams
as their dicks jerk
in spasms of spastic pleasure

In the city streets
everyone’s sniffing ass or pussy
while the long arm of the law
sells dirty
sugar to the junkies
of disillusioned desires
& 15 year old school girls
contemplate a career
in stripping
or
Burger King

Down a dark alley someone’s daddy
buys a cheap blow-job
from some ageing whore
who’s forgotten the meaning of hope
& faith
because long ago
the world gave up on charity
& goodwill