I tried telling you about my life,
All you did was cry!
You tried telling me about your life,
And I knew it was a lie!
You lied to me about your guy,
You said that he loved you!
You said you were happy together,
and that you loved him too!
You knew he had a disorder,
And you treated him like a slave,
Your love for him was not true,
He was just something that you craved!
Your job was to work as s * l * u *t,
And it was something you enjoyed!
But you never told your guys,
That they were just being toyed!
THIS POEM IS ABOUT MY FRIEND WHO WORKS AS A PROSTITUTE BUT THINKS ITS S GR8 JOB AND DOESNT KNOW THAT SHE IS HURTING OTHERS!! SHE IS REALLY PRETTY AND HAS A GR8 LIFE IF SHE JUST GAVE UP THAT JOB!!
