Slumpless

I like you more when you’re  a whore

You are less guarded, less eager to impress

You take but you also give

You live, Whore, You live.

But you love too. You love more.

I don’t think I can call you whore

I don’t think it’s fair

Perhaps ‘Lover’ is better

But it has less flare.

No…Whore you shall be

 

Let the world judge you so

You may be a whore but you

Are certainly not a Hoe.

(c) Slumpless