She’s bruised and she’s battered; she’s out there on the street.
She’ll suck your cock or straddle you; it’ll all be quick and neat.
She has nowhere to go, so it will have to be your place.
She’s not easy on the eye; best not look her in the face.
She’s the homeless prostitute; she uses sex to get her fix.
She’ll make you feel real good; she’s turned some real mean tricks.
The back door or the front door, it’s all the same to her
she’ll take it in the mouth and she’ll tell you, “thank you sir!”
She’s found in every city, and the Johns are all the same.
She’d never settle down, no one even knows her name.
She does just what she wants, she always aims to please.
She’d even fuck the devil and he’d get a new disease.
She’s got a racking cough, she’ll just mix it with your cum.
When the STDs take hold, you’ll wish your private parts were numb!
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
Disclaimer: I am not making fun of the homeless, so make no mistake about that. However, it was brought to my attention that since “sex” sells that I should incorporate “sex” into my poems about the homeless. So, in essence, I am fighting fire with fire.