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Eco Escort

Another pointless day

On the pavement, in the heat.

Only 3 people stopped

Hated aching feet.

 

Out here every day

With my clipboard and green shirt.

Ask strangers for donations to

Help rebuild our Earth.

 

Beg and plead and pester

Sometimes I even sing,

But for no response

Apathy is an extraordinary thing.

 

One week rendered only 50 bucks

So I started to branch out.

Because our dying planet needs the help

That only cash can bring about.

 

This day game wasn’t working

So I turned to night.

Swap the shirt for a skirt

And turn on my red light.

 

Earn more in a night hour

Than in a week of days

Call me any name you want

*** sells but also pays.

 

****** ***** and **********

Harlot, Jezebel.

Heard them all, but don’t care

Tonight I will sleep well.

 

The blindness of the masses

Environment burns unseen.

So I sell myself and save the trees

It’s not easy being green.

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Written by
ysabelle-moriarty
Australian
Published
Jun 9, 2011
Lines·Words
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Notes

Here's a new one kiddies. I've been the Greenpeace girl, begging for money 8 hours a day causes your mind to consider other options like our friend the EcoEscort has utilised.

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