Midnight Prostitute

There she goes again
Flagging me down in the rain
Yes, she is cute

Midnight prostitute
Roaming the red light district
With conventions of her own so strict

A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day

She is a woman of the streets
A working class brain
In the sunlight she cleanses her stains

I beg of you no condemnation
I beg of you no disrespect
You and I are not even near perfect

There she goes again
Midnight Prostitute
A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day
Marriage for the year
I fear!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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