CORNERSTORE
BROTHEL
Can you see her
standing there,
her life spent outside
her daddy’s cornerstore?
She’s inviting you in
with her devious smile,
waiting until the time
when you’ll start up the offers.
No, it’s not
the life she wanted.
No, she won’t
grow past this phase.
She’d huddling under
her scarce, sheer top.
You know this place
will become her grave.
She hasn’t got
much future,
but oh how she moves.
She knows all the places
of which you’ll approve.
It’s been more than years
since she was a girl,
so go ahead and
use her up.
There’s nothing left now.
Use her up.
Stop!
Don’t stand for it, grrl!
Rule yourself
and let no one else near you.
Stop!
You are your own grrl.
You’re gonna’ be so much more
than he’s made you.
Standing at your daddy’s
fucking cornerstore.
Torn Horses
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