She - Always A Whore
She - Always A Whore
They stared and smirked
They ogled and burped
Smacking lips while eating
Eyes on her lurked.
They reeked of wine
She fumbled into her bag
For something nothing
Her watch struck nine.
They followed, she sped
Pacing fast, she ran.
They smacked and burped.
Looking for some more
Again they smirked.
Her eyes torn, limbs sore.
They say, "what a whore!"
She wanted to be chased
Since she was four!
In the dark night's veil
Were hidden her intensions
Those fumbling and trembling
Are only pretensions!