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Insert Money

Just once I'd like to be useful

Without feeling used

Every town brings the same sadness

What started out with sights to see

Now, could never bring such a thing

 

Within the walls of each private room

She laid the stones to build her tomb

Underneath the cheap perfume

No cry to be heard at that volume

Pulls off the g-string. Shame resume.

Too many drugs to think

Too many desirable things

Have turned her into a machine

On the stage. Insert money.

 

Time did not make her what it promised

Plastered on each ad

Traveling towns to be the feature

What happened to that beautiful creature?

And all the glamour, all the splendor

Each cocktail with each ring betrayed bachelor

When no one's around, she looks confused

She said just once I'd like to be useful

Without feeling used

She prepares herself

For when they surround

No cognizance is found

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candide-bailey
American
Published
Apr 17, 2011
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