By: David W. Clare
She appears nightly in the window, under a fading out blue gel spot light sporting cheap lingerie...
Her red slapped **** fit a bit too tight!
I was strung out on Cutty Sark, the whole darkish day!
Thunder clapped overhead; the rain threatened the would be turn-out of bums!
Prima Donna, was her ****** stage name: she hid the newborn kid under the bar...
He resembled Jimmie Durante,
The baby smoked a cigar!
Live *** *** Show: read the blinking orange neon sign...
She pretended she was a road house star!
Her stretch marks indicated she had been tossed around...
Town to town, bar to bar!
Now she travels in a carnival trailer...
She drinks herself to sleep when no one is around: can't be seen crocthless!
Wide spots in the road are the small time attractions...
Her fat *** boss sells China made fake Rolex time pieces...
Character is all you have when no one else watches...
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