They stand still mouths in hands in awe, mesmerised by what you do
Body parts bouncing to the rhythmic sounds, heads spinning morals dropping at the sight of pounds
Lined up like meat at a market, let’s start the bidding at 10, ready to pounce notes in hand
Reminiscent scents of scantily dressed women..littering the floor, one eye on the door gyrating scanning for more
Grotesque old men groping girls far too young to understand but still they spend, planting seeds hoping never to grow
Emotionless deposits into sandy grounds
No foundations sliding down poles idolising pounds
-Dionne MT-
Breathe Think Write Release
You painted a vivid picture and a harsh reality for some who live the dark life.
The bitter sweet truth