Streetwalker

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

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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7 Responses to Streetwalker

  1. praeze says:

    Love it… 👍

    Like

  2. praeze says:

    Finally after three long days…

    Like

  3. George says:

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

    Like

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