story of a whore

he awakes and lives his day
strokes an ego of nothing more
listens for the sound of a breathing whore
but snores because he’s bored

nothing more than a sheep
bake, breathe, seethe
he agrees, life could be more
why did he marry a whore?

lather, rinse, repeat
he lies under heat
she lies for meat
greets anything with knees

a whore to a bee
don’t you leave
for the children, he couldn’t disagree
whiplashed, sadly taken with the splash

black and hash
she can bash, she can bang
anything with knees
move, dance, repeat

she likes her meat
she lathers, kindly rinses, but harshly repeats
lies under the drops of citrus
but her acid can’t breathe
struggles to sleep

she lies near candlelight
murderer lies under mask
she never had the chance to ask
only time to bask in her own needs

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