The Saigon Crook

She costs money

You stopped me.

Yes, I stopped walking.

And I just had to look.

And now you've got to pay for the attention you took!

I said, "Hey there, fancy one!

Why do you shine as bright as the sun?"

You are a beacon leaking light.

Oh, but just tell me why you are shining so bright!

I want you to... stay the night.

Lift your skirt to taunt me on the bed.

First, I want your kiss on my forehead.

Then I want those lips to travel down.

And this time, don't force me to the ground.

You fooled me with your looks.

You are the vilest most seductive crook.

I'll pay your fee if you just keep me alive.

But if you leave me, you better hide!

Author's Note

Poem 1 from If You Die, I'll Write Your Burial Rites

Reviews

[Jared Pendergrass]

I don't want to write in jest, but this makes me want to punch a hooker.

signed, JP

P.S. rating: awesome.

[Miss Owl]

A very well written poem with a dark and compelling tale within it.

[TheLastEclipse]

Thank you. I appreciate the compliment.

[Miss Owl]

You are welcome.