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Array ( [sid] => 123156 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) [time] => 2006-07-14 03:00:28 [hometext] => Just a poem on the subject of the oldest profession, Its a bit of a rough draft, I tried . Sue x [bodytext] =>
She sell her body on the street,
To strangers for a price,
Crude and business like she is,
Her heart seems cold as ice,

No love she has, but lust she gives,
Her body to fulfill your need,
A vessel devoid of feeling,
Where you can spill your seed,

She degrades herself, by dressing up.
In clothes so low cut and slinky,
And if you pay a little more,
She will also do things kinky,

And what of you , you hapless fool,
Who pays this lady money,
For you use her, and abuse her,
For that sweet taste of honey,

Do you have a conscience sir?
Or reasons for your need for lust,
This lady alone, is called a tart,
I think its so unjust,

So she sells her body on the street,
To any man who cares to let her,
Is she a common prostitute?
Are you the user any better? [comments] => 5 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 25 [informant] => jerseysue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )

The Oldest Profession. ( A thought)

Contributed by jerseysue on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 03:00:28 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

She sell her body on the street,
To strangers for a price,
Crude and business like she is,
Her heart seems cold as ice,

No love she has, but lust she gives,
Her body to fulfill your need,
A vessel devoid of feeling,
Where you can spill your seed,

She degrades herself, by dressing up.
In clothes so low cut and slinky,
And if you pay a little more,
She will also do things kinky,

And what of you , you hapless fool,
Who pays this lady money,
For you use her, and abuse her,
For that sweet taste of honey,

Do you have a conscience sir?
Or reasons for your need for lust,
This lady alone, is called a tart,
I think its so unjust,

So she sells her body on the street,
To any man who cares to let her,
Is she a common prostitute?
Are you the user any better?

Copyright © jerseysue ... [ 2006-07-14 03:00:28]
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Re: The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) (User Rating: 1 )
by Bruce on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 03:49:34 AM AEST
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love it and so true, especially here in paris

Re: The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) (User Rating: 1 )
by Davinah on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 05:06:20 AM AEST
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Very well written and absolutely true of course.

Nice!

~D~

Re: The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 10:58:31 AM AEST
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You have a wonderfully expressive way of spilling your thoughts upon the page. Very nicely written and yes, indeed true words spoken very well about the oldest profession.

Thank you,

Tim
:-)

Re: The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 01:31:42 PM AEST
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WOW!! What a write!! So true..and so well written...
Jenni

Re: The Oldest Profession. ( A thought) (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 11:10:02 PM AEST
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I like your thinking on this subject, Sue. I couldn't agree more. Well written. Thanks for sharing.

Peace, Laura

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