There's Nothing Wrong With Just a Taste of What He Paid For

She paints her face with close precision
Noticing the empty beer bottles,

Her mask goes up and on,
Another dollar another day

Give her a sign,
She wants to believe

That there is more than just tonight
That this is not all she is

She struts around busy streets,
Buyers come and go

One strikes her interest,
Perhaps it's his desperation

He pays her handsomely,
Down they go...(down the rabbit hole)

Their desperate lips meet,
Bodies, searching

For affection,
For answers

Finding none,
Finding all

I hope he got
Just what he paid for