They line bed spreads with the hate, lust, greed and desires of the world and battle to make someone proud...of their skills
From her hips to her lips
tips of her fingers to the tip of her tongue
the moistness in her throat to the moistness between her thighs
she is a weapon
built and used for the art of war
the war of sex
sex without meaning
so death without meaning
like so many pointless wars
They are soldiers
fighting for ideas and concepts and feelings
that should already be theirs
like acceptance, like self worth
Whores have one of the hardest occupations on earth
one of the few you could get arrested for
as if trying to love away somebody else's hurt and pain away
could ever be compared to theft and murder
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