Story of a young prostitute's night of hell. |
As I roll over the bed of sincerity to kiss and taste her full contrite lips one last time There she sits on the edge of humanity with a dejected face, slowing pulling her black stockings over the precisely placed mental bruises on her inner thigh Those clothes she begrudgingly wears are her psyche armour against the blows of life She stares into her broken mirror and sees the hands of H.P Lovecraft applying her makeup Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Uncle Webster once told me manhood is the condition of being an adult male distinguished from a child or female I guess my being is condition to fail in that respect Men are supposed provide and protect the ones they love, but love is an irrational concept so what am I trying to provide and protect I can’t feed you, they only things I’m providing in this cosmic bond is unconditional positive regard and my uplifting penis Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie The door swings open like the mind of a child While well toned biceps and hardened forearms are not strong enough to pull her soul back in Desperate sounds of reconsideration echo through the hallway of choice Beautiful French tip nails cover up insecurities as they franticly press down Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie The moving platform of destiny gate widens “Are you going down lady” the man in white ask Quiver tongues reply “ Yes daddy” Staring straight at the belly of the beast, she enters hell’s chapel on her knees for her daily ritual death Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie On the corner of Shatter Dreams and Projected Desires stand society’s hard working sluts They wait for the usually numbered Johns cars to pick them up and to take them to work One by one each of them negotiate their self worth before being tricked away into the darkness Sunset is when they return to the corner from their sin infested shallow graves Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Standing there clinching her soul ever so seductively Her stunning red sheath dress accentuates the lies her beautiful hour glass figure tries desperately to hide The devil’s carriage arrives to pick up our scantily clad Cinderella, to take her away to Machiavelli’s ball Our heroes arrive on time in front of the Gorgeous Mansion of Slavery Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Her virtuous presence captives the eyes of the demented fat cats “May I have this dance” is what the booming voice says to her In the attempted to salvage some of her humanity those lush lips of her’s say “No” You better call your spiritual union rep because bitch you don’t know who I am Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Perverted hallucinations and red sweat provide fuel to the swing of the systemic pimp hand Daedalus greatest work towers over the naked soul of the self-effacing prostitute that lays before the Colossus Money does grow on infinite tall trees , so you better start picking When your done, wipe the demonic semen off your fickle face and I will see you at the same time tomorrow From 9 to 5 Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie Funny Uncles Never Lie |