Prostitution

• Artist: Mizz Mara
• Description: So a long time ago my theater teacher said we are all prostitutes, which left me thinking. So I decided to write out my thoughts and this is what came out. Enjoy!
• Date: 09/20/2008
• Tags: prostitution

I am a prostitute.
The tick and tock
of the little clock
controls my soul.
The little talent
I can call mine,
dictated by time,
ticking and tocking.
Short coarse carpet,
hot sugary coffee,
little brown toffee,
It commands me.
I am a prostitute.

He is a prostitute.
Callused oily hands,
carefully laid plans,
Machinery now still.
Voices echoing out,
Cramped dark space,
Craning for a case
of gleaming tools.
Just out of reach.
Clearing a wet brow,
Escaping the pitch
black that which
he was confined.
He is a prostitute.

Little corner cubicle,
gray foam the view,
nothing left to do,
but become a
Prostitute.

Comments

[Llywelyn Fawr]

Hmmm... interesting poem. I find the rhythm a little too upbeat for the poem's content. Also the rhyming sounds a little forced in places. Try using more sinister words and maybe take out the rhyming. I have nothing against rhyming but sometimes it is overused and either sounds forced or gives an unwanted feel to the poem.

[Raniel150590_05]

don't say that!!!!!!!
well, YOU THINK that....however
5/5