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A night out in the city

Submitted:Mar 16, 2013    Reads: 85    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Pimps And Whores

I decided to break my usual pattern.
I decided to become once more a slave of the night.
I take my army with me, but Im not ready for an attack.
I enter the fields and the whores of the city drink me with their eyes.
All i want is my drink, but my glass is half-empty.
Now the pimps showed up and the whores are getting slowly and painfully undressed.
You can see them, wearing their clothes of shame and those fake eyelashes.
Sweat is ruining their image and their make up is now covering my soldiers.
I stand alone, feeling big.
My body is here, but my mind isn't.
The whores and the drinks and the shit coming out of their mouths are nullifying.
I open my hand and i slap them all.
The whores looked at me with terror.
The pimps just didn't care.
I slap them again.
This time they felt it.
The pimps stab me and the whores strangle me with perfume.
Salvation is non-existent in the world of the enslaved.
Or is it?
Either way, i couldn't give a shit about them whores.
Let them bang their heads.
I will just tap my fingers.
Let them eat each others faces.
I will just show them how to use a fork.
Let the pimps be the kings and the whores be the queens.
Now the fields are empty.
Everything is but a memory.
I finally go to sleep and i am content.
I lived in the world of whores and i found my way out.
You are probably wondering, how do you get out?
Well my dearest whore, the answer is simple.


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