one under street lamp

She was there
There alone
On the walkside
Under broken street lamp
With broken fingernails
With old shous
With riped stockings
With cheap lipstick
Smells like rubbish
Its smell of all men she had in her
All laugh,scream and wiping of joy and pain
All these cheap drinks which doesnt work ever
Shity small room,car's back sit,
toalet or under bridge
She wasn't for free,but cheap enough
She was sad
Sad enough
With smile on her face
She smiles to give a joy
She does it for cheap
cheap enough
To be called fake
Fake enough
to be called whore