Da Whorehouse

In the city ashore
There lived a whore
Her stomach starved for flour
Spread eagle on the floor
The trucker came aboard
And she was left all floored
No one cared for her pain
It was all about gain
The bitches in the house
Were all scared of the mouse
No one was alert enough
To even hear her cough
She screamed and moaned
Till it appeared she was stoned
The trucker was having fun
As his hand reached out for his gun
And in the still of the night
He sensed her fright
And shot the whore in her ass
So there stood the lass
Who was stoned by the gas
She could feel no pain
There was nothing left to gain
She moaned in ecstasy
As he crept out of his darkest fantasy
And she lay there alone
Wanting to go home
There was not an iota of shame
And the poet thinks the poem is lame

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