DieterM
06-10-2014, 09:26 AM
Wanna be a
whore
once oh ! only
once a full-blown high-brow prostitute
one of those luxury harlots
I’d catwalk into Michelin starred restaurants
in a
clink
clank
clonk
of jewellery diamonds pearls gold and platinum
stand at the entrance
hands on hips
glimmering red lips pursed
to an obscene pout signalling
I could suck you
I could I can I will if you
pay
just pay you jerk
cash
dollars euros yen the odd
traveller check
I’d be kept by some walking Visa Gold
called Henry, John II., Mortimer Junior
even my curves would look
raspy
husky
and my gaze would make all the men
hard so hard in their brown
Hugo Boss suits
their Wall Street SS-officer uniforms
a whore I wanna be
one of those purchasable bimbos they drive around
in Porsches and Lamborghinis and Maseratis
noisy cars that only balding, fat old dwarves buy
to make believe their dicks are as powerful as the cars’ engines
when they are useless and flappy and only worth
a laugh
a first
Ha-ha-ha
I’d revel in champagne and in the poisonous stares
of those wrinkled wives who get loaded
for free
stupid b itches
I’d carelessly swim in pools of
N°5
or other fragrances invented by one of those women who rather sleep with the
enemy
than resist resistance is for the weak only
for those who have nothing
to loose
to gain
and I’d earn money mountains of money
and I’d get laid and relaid for cash
my knees on my shoulders
my silken hair on weeping pillows
but in the end
I would turn out
a Black Widow a mantis
because I’d
f uck
all of those loaded Nazi guys
with my serrated sharpened strap-on dildo
f uck ‘em to death
and blood-spattered, I’d laugh
best
Ha-ha-ha
laugh last
chanting this is thy body which is
broken for all of us
whore
once oh ! only
once a full-blown high-brow prostitute
one of those luxury harlots
I’d catwalk into Michelin starred restaurants
in a
clink
clank
clonk
of jewellery diamonds pearls gold and platinum
stand at the entrance
hands on hips
glimmering red lips pursed
to an obscene pout signalling
I could suck you
I could I can I will if you
pay
just pay you jerk
cash
dollars euros yen the odd
traveller check
I’d be kept by some walking Visa Gold
called Henry, John II., Mortimer Junior
even my curves would look
raspy
husky
and my gaze would make all the men
hard so hard in their brown
Hugo Boss suits
their Wall Street SS-officer uniforms
a whore I wanna be
one of those purchasable bimbos they drive around
in Porsches and Lamborghinis and Maseratis
noisy cars that only balding, fat old dwarves buy
to make believe their dicks are as powerful as the cars’ engines
when they are useless and flappy and only worth
a laugh
a first
Ha-ha-ha
I’d revel in champagne and in the poisonous stares
of those wrinkled wives who get loaded
for free
stupid b itches
I’d carelessly swim in pools of
N°5
or other fragrances invented by one of those women who rather sleep with the
enemy
than resist resistance is for the weak only
for those who have nothing
to loose
to gain
and I’d earn money mountains of money
and I’d get laid and relaid for cash
my knees on my shoulders
my silken hair on weeping pillows
but in the end
I would turn out
a Black Widow a mantis
because I’d
f uck
all of those loaded Nazi guys
with my serrated sharpened strap-on dildo
f uck ‘em to death
and blood-spattered, I’d laugh
best
Ha-ha-ha
laugh last
chanting this is thy body which is
broken for all of us