Night Streets

tonight as i took an idle walk,
those hours to kill,
a promise of another dawn,
i met a lady used,
head to toes,
skin to flesh,
staggering in fruitless steps,
falling off her transparent heels,
dirt up her legs,
to that barely fit a skirt for the streets,
grabbed me in her soiled hands,
mumbling in search of sympathy,
in her choking breathe,
but who i such a wreck pity for to have?
her friends below dim lights,
gossips make,
some that a little sorry get,
while many tonite a competitor celebrate to lose,
and i see tummy fested fat dwarfs,
walk away from a devils den,
zipping up,
and zoom off with no second glances,
then what used to be someones daugher,
wiping off what they left,
in preparations for another,
light a cigar and puff with the least of worries,
and such makes me boil,
in uncontrollable anger and resentments,
and to this that drugs rule,
to strangle and wish to rot away i had to fight,
as to that hospital i had to carry,
praying that in survival she finds redemption,
seize from ungodly ways,
but that be my prayer,
for new tricks to an old dog hard are,
and soon to those alleys she will back,
to quench thirst of the thirsty,

©2011