whore

she wore
satin
walked in the door.
behind the counter stood
a boy
barely 17.
he had seen
her glide in
his other head
now guidin'.
she looked at him
dead on,
suprised him,
he stuttered
muttered,
she knew she had him
before the first word
was uttered.
she walked up
to the counter,
started to flounder
in her purse,
a curse!
i have no change
can i come back
and pay in a few hours
uhhh, uhhh, no ma'am
(ma'am? a ma'am? i'll show him)
my boss will cut me
up like ham
he says there is
many a scam
in this world covered
by its smoggy sham.
she stood there,
pouted
then said words
to him he didn't hear,
at first.
Cuz 'let's fuck'
will make you wake up
from your nap
in a jiffy
unable to control his jimmy
the boy behind the counter,
timmy
came far too early
but clearly the whore at his knees
had plenty
from this boy so young.
and she so hung,
walked out the store
having let the boy lick her dry.
she was a whore,
she knew it
no reason to deny it
if u love to fuck
u might as well not hide it.
as she started her car up
she knew it was only three
mile to the next stop
where'd she'd help pop another
boy's top
then she'd go home
and fuck her kid's pop.