Tale as old as time,

The prostitute and the wine,



The woman and her breasts,

Property of her guests,

A damsel in distress

One you undress. 

Ejaculating emptiness,

She is no longer a temptress, 

But lover

Reminded of your mother.

Until shame casts thunder,

Open doors cry murder,

She was just a whore

Nothing more.


Day 17 – Write a poem which employs a rhyme scheme.

Day 16 – Weeds


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