The Game.




Smiling eyes hide ice cold stare

as she opens up her door.

The girl who really doesn't care

then welcomes in another.

Is it always just for cash

or is there something more.

Will she give the needed warmth

denied to him by Mother.

Will she offer flattery

or merely silent mockery.

Broken lives on sheets of shame

Will hide forbidden tears.

Secrets burning, hidden yearnings,

beat down through endless years.

Cash changes hands, each understands.

For this is life. This is the game.





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