One Poem by Daniel N. Flanagan

About A Whore
& writer’s block hit me
My imaginary friends would not speak to me.
& so I drive down Main South in search of
A hooker to inspire me
I pulled up to a heel-wearing streetwalker and
Lured her into my vehicle, once I flashed some familiar faces.

I told her my true intentions, but she did not
Believe me! Eyes were rolled at me!
I gave her a love tap and told her to
Behave. She knew she had been a bad girl.
I asked the going rate for herpes-infused fellatio and
She told me 50, I haggled down to 30, but
She was going to swallow. I said
No! There must be a happy ending to my story!
And so I gave her an extra 10, to blow 10’s of millions all
Over her discount makeup.

A towel I provided, and a poem she did inspire.

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