Pay For Play Hooker Poem by Lamar Cole

Pay For Play Hooker



She said that she was a sweet dish.
And that she was every man's wish.
She said that she was so fine.
And that she was just his kind.
She was right because she was fine and a good-looker.
But she was also a pay for play hooker.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019
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