Two Sides to Every Story
A is for adultery and
B is for bitches— the
Cunts that
Don’t know how to keep their legs shut.
Egged on by eager men,
Fucks in the back room, fifty bucks a pop.
Girls on the pole,
Hoes, all of them.
I is for ignorant assholes and
J is for jealousy.
K is for kids
Left at home with a babysitter because
Mommy’s got to get money for
Noodles and orange juice for tomorrow.
On the stage, she hears the jeers of
People on the outside. But she stays
Quiet, because that’s her job.
R is for red marks,
Soon to be bruises, on another girl’s face.
T is for the tits that got the girl through
University, and onto
Vanderbilt.
W is for where she’ll go next, with no debt, a
Xenolith among her peers that
Yak behind her back,
Zinging insults she’s immune to.