The Streets of Wickedness


Harlots cry into the night meandering

through the streets, necessity of their

wails, they are that they are hungry and

must eat!  Every night and every morning

they peddle their wares, misery is their lives

as there is no one to care.   The winner is

the one who bought their wares and now

believe that they own their souls; the losers

who could not pay leave cursing their hearts

cold, and many times the Harlots crying ends

with a ride in the undertaker’s hearse.




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