Old ladies always used to say to me 'That's disgusting! How could u look at that ****?!' My buddy Paige, a radical feminist, snatched it from my hands & devoured it; we used to leaflet against ******* on 86th & 2nd; I'd point to all the prostitutes lined up across the street, & say: 'those girls are doing the same thing the girls are doing in the magazines,' Paige, a brilliant theorist, would go on to start shouting: 'Burn the magazines, not the women!' evoking the witch trials while alluding to the mass psychology theories of the philosopher Walter Benjamin, making me recall reading how he helped other writers associated the Frankfurt School to escape **** Germany, but was captured by the Germans just as he was about step foot into Switzerland where he would have been safely out of their reach...today his monument lies directly on the Germany/Switzerland border where right on the border separating the two countries was erected a high glass wall that under the right conditions is perfectly invisible but a solid glass wall nevertheless; sort of like ****, that exists on a screen or a less so lately, on a page & behind the glass is the reincarnation of a flawless nymph from some lost Golden Age tableaux when in reality working girls really work; making money in small increments by degrading themselves to pay for basic necessities; but who isn't degraded in a society that sometimes seems like it was designed specifically to facilitate human trafficking; human trafficking was only a nascent issue that only involved Asians & Mexicans [or so we thought then]; we were all about banning ******* & legalizing prostitution; I was trained & taught by feminists to make my writing as violent & dangerous as possible at first to counter & then to replace *******; ******* w/ its whiffs of Social Realism - schematized, diagrammed & charted so every body part is accounted for; a reactionary anti-psychedelic Conservative conspiracy - cooked up in corporate boardrooms to supply the capital for off-shore shell companies - hell, the next time a Christian goes to a *******, she should say, 'Sorry, it's against my principles to service hypocrites.'  - that'll show 'em

To all the men who
Scratched me, pushed me,
And slapped me

To all the men who
Kissed me, missed me,
And fixed me

To all the men who
Loved me, played me,
and ****** me

To all the men who
Made me their muse
To the ones I didn’t
Spoke a word or refuse

To all the men who
Cried when we
Moved apart and
Tried to retain
Me in their broken heart

I am sorry that I
Have a luscious part
That lies between
My legs apart

Is it the only thing
You wanted from me?
Is it the only thing
That attracted you
Towards me?
Is it the only thing
You were thinking
About last night?
When you first saw
Me in the bar
With a pretty smile
On that face and a
Heart so scarred

Did you even asked me
If I wanted it or
You just assumed that I do
Because I am pretty enough
To understand and speak
The word no.

But now, when my heart
Pains and my beauty departs
Will you still hold me from
Back and do me saying that
“YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL”

I’ve been roped and doped
Also been ***** and taped.
I’ve been slugged and drugged
I was bugged, then I shrugged.

It is all just another day’s work
For a silly streetwalking ****.
It’s life without a single perk,
Pays less than a checkout clerk.

I keep changes of tight clothes,
Show off the body, anything goes.
Use a languid suggestive pose
No one questions, everyone knows.

Stand by a light pole and grin
Someone will quickly pull in
And ask if you’ll go for a spin
In half a hour, I’m back again.

If they seem to want to pass
Turn around and show some ***
I make sure I show some sass
And am sure to be smoking grass.

Sure I get picked up by the cops
But, this old story never stops.
It’s a tale as old as these shops.
It’s bad when the temperature drops.

Rain, sleet and snow, I’m around
Staking out my piece of ground
To see what trade can be found
Hunting for the everyday hound.

So drop by and see me any day.
I’m not like the sun, I won’t go away.
I’ll be here as you drive by to say:
“Hello, baby, want some fun today?