Painted faces
Pasted smiles
Sexy trappings
Rented wiles

Cloaked in shadow
Walk alone
Ply the sidewalks
Red light zone

Battered lives
Hopeless dreams
Seamy rooms
Tawdry schemes

Take the money
Play your role
Sell your body
And your soul

Vicious cycle
Endless plight
Watching for
The next brake light


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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7 Responses to Streetwalker

  1. praeze says:

    Love it… 👍


  2. praeze says:

    Finally after three long days…


  3. George says:

    There’s a whole industry that will enjoy that clever poem😊


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