Princess of Whores.

Princess of whores worth less than a naked statue,
Reeling, retching, nothing to give save bloodshot eyes;
Stale, reeking with dishonour, nowhere to go,
Arteries blocked both ends, blood can no longer flow.


Limp princess of whores, sphinx with the hots,
Insensitive razor edged feelings, cold wet to the touch,
Shake your gross corpse and cleanse your extremes,
Release hot blood, incite the passions of your dreams.


It's too late to love, too late to despair and repair,
So close your dark thighs at each day's soiled ending,
And regurgitate aloud that hideous roll call,
So that they will not be forgotten, one and all.