Jamaica Inn!

jamaica

After a night on Whiskey Beach
there was a mean streak in me
I planned such sweet revenge
against an unknown enemy.

I found my Mr. Perfect
but he belonged to someone else
and in all my carnal innocence
I streaked his back with welts.

But he was hard to hold
this man with a dangerous kiss.
His evil was divine
as he swept me over the abyss.

I left sweet Eden behind
and put my trust in a stranger.
His tongue was like French silk
forged in steel and made of danger.

Against the wild, I fought.
I was brazen in my virtue.
He was out-of-control
and I was no ebony statue.

Far beyond sweet talk,
we found Jamaica Inn.
The bed was soft and warm
and the air was ripe with sin.

He was all I ever wanted
and he wouldn’t kiss and tell.
He would keep my public secrets,
stealing shadows for my spell.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

A Whore Is A Whore!

a whore is a whore

I walk the streets of every town

as a junkie and as a whore.

A car pulls up beside me

and my habit calls for more.

 

I suck his dick and I get paid

and out the door I go.

Another ‘John’ pulls up.

It’s nasty, yes, I know.

 

This has been my job

for too many years to count.

I am sick and just about dead.

And yet, another dick, I mount.

 

Don’t waste your time by telling me

that I’m damned and going to hell.

I’ve been there and I’ve done that.

Just look at me, can’t you tell?

 

Save your prayers and save your breath

for the sinners in the church.

Preach to them about sin and such

from your lofty perch.

 

You bind yourself in marriage

to a ‘John’ that says, “You’re mine!”

And when he wants some sex,

legal whore, you toe the line!

 

Never think for one minute

that he’s faithful and he’s true.

He’s just a ‘John’ like all the rest

and he always needs to screw!

 

He pampers you and he buys you things

and you think that that means love.

How stupid can you be?

It’s not you, he’s thinking of!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 Don’t be hatin’ just ’cause I keep it real! *wink*

 

 

 

 

I’ll Take My Tears To Bed!

tears

I’ll take my tears to bed  

and shed them on my pillow.

The morning sun will blaze;

an orb of brilliant yellow.

 

Will its shine be bright enough

to dry my tears of pain?

Or shall I rise and weep

for the innocent that was slain?

 

No morning sun can cleanse

the muddy hearts of men

nor kill the pain of grief

brought on by an act of sin.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 

 

 

The Devil’s Favorite Pet!

The devil's pet

In a town called Bethlehem
where Jesus Christ was born,
the ‘christians’ think they’re chosen
and were soon to toot their horn.

They display the cross so proudly,
While their politics, they preach.
And when they beg for money,
they suck you like a leech.

In their palaces of sin
all tax exempt and free,
please don’t seek their help.
They’ll turn their back on thee.

Welcome to their world.
Step right inside of hell.
You’ll hear no truth from them.
And you’ll wonder at their smell.

The christians reek of sulfur,
and they bend the rules a bit.
They’re the devil’s favorite pet.
It seems, he loves a hypocrite.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland