~ Gamblers game ~
Standing on the corner
of Dufferin and main,
or under the bridge on Higgins again;
selling your love
to the highest bidder,
in a gamblers game
where the stakes are
'your life'
for the next trick who buys you
could be the one who's packing
'the' knife,
You wonder how you got there?
You wonder how long you'll stay?
You remember back to that promise
of when you swore,
you'd never make a living this way:
You wonder if you told yourself
that with what you've already been through,
that this would actually be `funny'?
Part-time work for full-time money,
you thought you might as well...
get something out of this too?
Instead of them always,
just 'taking' it from you
Your body has become
so accustomed to this,
that you're hardly even aware
of how often you keep getting stoned
so as not to remember how much
you hate, both doing this or how it happened;
that you got to be there.
Few are so lucky, as the ones who break away,
for most will still be out there
just as long as men will pay!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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