Once upon a dim stage dreary, while I twirled, weak and weary
Under many quaint and curious gazes of voyeurs wanting more
While I spun round, nearly falling, suddenly there came a calling
the voice of which was quite appalling, appalling and it screamed out “WHORE”
Tis’ some drunkard, I muttered, screaming out the insult “WHORE”
Only this and nothing more.
Resistance is futile….
vaguelyattracted2rooftops:
Uh, yep, this will never appear on my dash without my reblogging it.
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