The Big Bad City

The story of the 
Poetic porn star
Is a nice little tale
Of a girl with dreams 
Who left her little town
With plans to succeed 
She went to a strange city
In which she knew no one
She had just what she earned 
From the summer before
Working at the corner convenient store
In a big city that swallows money
Faster than a whore swallows cum 
She slept in her car to save it
A week later all her funds
Got blown on luxuries like tooth paste
Everyday things became seemingly more expensive
Survival was growing harder without any guidance
Through out the two weeks her soft
Appearance had changed drastically
Her soft long blonde hair
Turned into brown tuffs of string
Her clean, off tanned skin 
Turned to dirt patches like old cartoons
Her bright southern smile
Turned to a bad breath frown
Her small pink dress
Was ripped up the leg 
Violent ragged fabric
Why would that be?
On a night not so pleasant
A man as strange as the city
Was just a bit to kind
When he had his way with the young women
Stealing her innocence
Stealing her dreams
Stealing her virginity
That man stole the soul
Of that small town girl
Her life slipped between her fingers
Or should I say legs
Once hope was futile she earned her money
Doing five things throughout the week
On Mondays she picked up shifts at a strip club
But that was not enough to support
Her new found meth addiction
On Tuesdays she would work a street corner
That she could only do once do to her 
Two year old baby girl at home alone
It was only for an hour or two after she fell asleep
It isn't the worst parenting out there
On Wednesdays she would sell some of her meth to the neighbor
On Thursdays she would sleep with men and than rob them blind 
Black mail them to tell their wives
On Fridays she was in adult movies
One she would be all so famous for
She was a star, she got her fame