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 a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. 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… 👍


  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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