Red Lights
Published in
Sep 4, 2024
We are to be society’s ill
fallen object of human will
whom no man ever hears
whom no man shall never bear
Ask of money is ask for help
but the emotion is never felt
between sleeps we daydream
as we swim the dirty stream
heart’s of their have colors too
to paint a man to hide his colors true
each minute an hour for soul
leaves the body after sold
act of pretend to pretends of whore
hiding behind the open door
our show is shallow shall nobody see
we act like whores which we can never be.