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A collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Right... Más

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Leech
The Boy
Nonsense
The List of Don'ts
You
Dad's Boots
Shattered
Not Even Marilyn Monroe
Happiness (as told by Gringo)
Thank You
The Closet
Beauty Thoughts
Selfish
Numb
Close Your Eyes
The County Jail
Dirty Little Liar
Beheaded Barbie
Gone
Broken Fairy Tales
Fucked Up
Can't Please You
Darling
Johnny Cash
Everything
Prisoner of Our Own Thoughts
Names
The One Night Dance
Skeleton
Your Sun
Barbed Wire
Procrastination
A Year
The War
That Hidden Disease
Tattooed Heart
Choice
Plague
Ice Cream
Stereotyped Lenses
I'm Laughing At You (No, I Really Am)
Society
Procrastination pt. 2
The Dream/ The Reality
Technology
She Died, He Lied
Broken Veins
Tell Him, Tell Him Not (Plucking Petals)
Blackbird, Broken Wing
8 Second Ride
Lone Coyote
Sunset's Lullaby
12:00 Nightmare
niñita dulcecita (sweet girl)
Simpler
Do You See?
Get Higher
Dust
Greasy Little Fingers
Lipstick Alibis
Fucking Nightmare
Miss Gunslinger
The City
Shattered Souls
Anxiety
Don't Let Me Go
Grenade
Let Me
Flames
Distorted Perception
You're Drunk
The Ballad of Little Missy
The Boy With The Beautiful Smile
The Creek
Breakdown
Bareback
One Night
Wordlessly
Empire
A Woman's Thoughts
Mr. Paradox
Imprisonment
Sing
Promise
Summertime
Her/Him
My Baby
I Pray
Perfect State of Imperfection
The Upper Hand
empty & numb
Vulnerable
The Man
Him
Hometown
I'm Not Beautiful
Sweet Tea
Green
The Knight of The Night
I'm Sorry
Thunderstorm
My Father
Nights
Cravings
i hope you're happy
Help You
Reality
Frozen
The Boot
Past
You Need Me, I Don't Need You
Grand Finale
A/N: Classic

Lady

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She was just a whore. That's what they all called her.

Whore, skank, slut.

They claimed she stole all the men, but she didn't mean to.

She paid her way by prostitution, you see

You can't make a living for free

so she sold the only thing she had left, herself.

In a business, you have to spend money to earn money,

in this case, the Lady spent herself to earn money,

and she always paid her rent on time because of it.

She didn't enjoy it, she never did

the Lady tried to act like she was enjoying it, for the men's sake

but she couldn't pretend to love them.

She ended up like all the rest of the ladies

after sleepless nights

she grew weak, weary, and tired.

When asked to work, she'd work

but she would end things before they finished

because she didn't care anymore.

One day, a man flagged her down

and said he was out of town

and needed a little loving on this lonely, lonely night.

The Lady looked at him quizzically.

He was a clean shaven man without a wedding band

around her age, with a smile on his face.

It wasn't a smile of a creep

it was a happy smile, as if he had found a friend

so the Lady agreed.

She got home and tried

but he just wanted to hold her, for once in her life

he didn't want anything more.

The second night, he did the same.

But the third night was different

and the Lady has a reminder of it with her.

On the third night, she gave herself to him, completely

thinking she fell in love with the stranger

so she let him do what he wanted.

He thanked her and left town

and nine months later, she turned around

with a baby in her arms, meeting the eyes of a married man.

A clean shaven married man

(he now wore a wedding band)

and she smiled at the sight of him.

She thought he had come back for her

but no, he came back for more

that was all he wanted.

Said she put on a good show

and she was a bad girl

and he wanted to have another go.

Reluctantly, she let him in

because that was her life, wasn't it?

Sleepless nights she had.

Nine months later

she supposed she should changed her ways

after the second baby.

But the Lady never changed her ways

and here she is now

the whore of Calico County.

But today, a man walked in

requesting her hand in marriage

and they don't call her the whore of Calico County anymore.

They call her the First Lady of Calico County now.


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