Upon seeing SW's journal update, a poem
"Packing a Musket"
by Jerri Blank
When you work from your home
and Johns call on the phone,
you're a call girl.
When you walk till you limp
and give a cut to a pimp,
you're a street whore.
When they're begging ya "please,"
to get down on your knees,
near their groinage,
scusa me,
but ya see,
don't ya touch
where they pee,
without coinage.
by Jerri Blank
When you work from your home
and Johns call on the phone,
you're a call girl.
When you walk till you limp
and give a cut to a pimp,
you're a street whore.
When they're begging ya "please,"
to get down on your knees,
near their groinage,
scusa me,
but ya see,
don't ya touch
where they pee,
without coinage.