The Con: Prostitute, Pimp & The John

PROSTITUTE:
Nurturing is what I lacked or was it self-esteem
The blame remains the excuses on which I now lean

A path that was chosen, which really wasn’t mine
By trickery I was taught and fear used to bind

My master has now spoken; the deed I do know
The mission is my life; like a puppet I do so

Arousing is my attire; cleavage is what protrudes,
A resistance of none for that sexual mood

Richness is mine; given to the boss,
Remorse to the John; because of his loss

PIMP:
The stable that I quest: all shall be my mold
Seduction of the mind and my women are controlled

Deceit is my selection; no less will I stand,
Encircle me now; be the hearer of my plan,

My journey for you; so intense it will be,
Perfection of your trade with blindness you’ll agree

JOHN:
Here to be found for the game that you play,
The proposition I accept, so hear what I say

Love I do not seek, one night I do crave,
Funds in abundance on which you now rave

A whisper in secrecy, myself I may hate,
But who could've known the future of my fate?

Excess the dilemma, alcohol the choice,
Companionship my desire, that’s heard in my voice

Passion in my chambers have now been mislead,
Confusion is reflections that’s left in my head

Awaken from slumber dazed and alone,
Absent are my valuables but who would’ve known

The earthly possessions that I held so dear,
Reaped from my realm and now it is clear

This oldest profession, I thought was a bond
Was nothing more than a lawless con


TR Cameron