She is owned by a pimp.
Her job is not for any wimp.
She gets picked up by a car.
They will go near or far.
She gets paid to give pleasure.
This is not the job she would treasure.
Is this the only way for her to make money?
She is so tired she sleeps when it is sunny.
So many cars she would step in and out.
After every night she would pout.
She hates this job no matter how much she would make.
Her desire was not to be fake.
Her pimp would not let her stop.
He was getting money and was at the top.
Waiting out on the street.
The quietly crying in the back seat.
One night it got too rough.
The man could not get enough.
He wouldn't get off so she tried to fight.
It didn't hurt him so he held her tight.
He knew she would tell someone and run.
Before she could he pulled out a gun.
The silent night grew loud because of a gun-shot.
He killed her without a second thought.
