Money on the side, Teeth in a jar
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Poem by: WeirdMuppet
Money on the side. Teeth in a jar
The aged prostitute lies there, just as she had all those years
She reached down to her now dried up bank account; kitty all out of profit
She closed her eyes, and finds solace in the memories of the past, back in the time of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
She had done them all – lawyers, nervous teens, politicians too.
All gone now; a different name for all of them. They never came back
She was their one hit wonder; her hit to their addiction, and they to hers.
The sun now set on that part of her life, she was no more
She removed her hand, as dry as the empty tears which fell from her eyes
Into the open mouth, across the phantom teeth, and down the throat
With one last gasp of dried up pleasure, the aged prostitute came for the last time, thinking only of her children; the products of her work, and she smiled a toothless grin.
Money on the side. Teeth in a jar.
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