A prostitutes reason

Thud ..thud ..thud..thud..
Creek ..creek ..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm
would send me to sleep

Desperation and sexual cravings Would marry in the night ,
while my inconvenient  Body was hidden out of site.
At the age of innocence, i was labelled a chore,
At the stage of motherhood she was labelled a whore,

She spat resentment into my skin
But she could not dispose of me
Or commit another sin
So with the gun she set her sorry soul free

Thud..thud..thud..thud..
Creek..creek..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm
Would send me to sleep.