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Insistant statement:
"Apology but it must be
upfront that money is taken".
Never waning, unrelenting cravings,
life is laid to wastage,
as the lives of those partaking stay the same:
from punter scum to hard done t' cunt renter mum,
all the money that's exchanged,
if traced further down the drain,
serves to tighen up the chains,
of the scratch the itch her veins have.
Each night she does the same dance,
Last time she owns a trade snatch,
and bears the pain and shame that's
a life lived of the game,
she can't escape the drugs she craves,
She still tries, but always fails...
Insistant statement:
"Apology but it must be
upfront that money is taken".
Never waning, unrelenting cravings,
life is laid to wastage,
as the lives of those partaking stay the same:
from punter scum to hard done t' cunt renter mum,
all the money that's exchanged,
if traced further down the drain,
serves to tighen up the chains,
of the scratch the itch her veins have.
Each night she does the same dance,
Last time she owns a trade snatch,
and bears the pain and shame that's
a life lived of the game,
she can't escape the drugs she craves,
She still tries, but always fails...
Published 2nd Dec 2018
Author's Note
i wrote this after i was sort of tricked into giving a woman (clearly a prostitue), along with her child and fold-away pram, as well as a coke dealer a lift. I found it incredibly depressing to see into a tiny window of her life
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