Fishnet hose and stiletto shoes,
Feast or famine, she must choose.
From a putrid life she'll try to rise,
Mounds of make up, her only disguise.

Poverty drenched escaping the gutter,
But those city lights now dim and sputter.
Chancing the odds, she's bound to lose,
Society's blows create a permanent bruise.

Fancy cars and diamond rings,
Wealth's facade invites and stings.
Longing for warmth, her innocence sold
For a cheap toe tag....

This world is so cold!!