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The Ugly Prostitute and Her Son

by fruit4you


Yesterday was cracked

Her heart is tipsy

And her mind is packed

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy”

Her life is it's fact

Slippin' low

“Hey, look here, ho!”

Too skinny from

The sticky smoke

But he's an old bloke

Looking to cheat

On his faithful wife

But he's messing

With her son's precious life

Giving meat to his bones

Every time he pays

Her to sin

And on those days

She teaches her well-fed son

Why one can't steal

He breathes in

He believes in

Strange men lies

And he relies

On the strange man

Man relies on Mamma

And Mamma relies on the can

Teaching her son

How to be a man.


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Tue Nov 19, 2013 10:29 pm
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TinyJarStoredDreams wrote a review...



Hellooo its Tiny here!

I've pointed out all my favorite parts because I think the others have agreed that this poem is utterly perfect.



Yesterday was cracked

----Her heart is tipsy----

And her mind is packed

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy”

Her life is it's fact

Slippin' low

“Hey, look here, ho!”

Too skinny from

The sticky smoke

----But he's an old bloke

Looking to cheat

On his faithful wife---- (really shows what kind of a man this person is)

But he's messing

With her son's precious life

----Giving meat to his bones

Every time he pays----

Her to sin

And on those days

She teaches her well-fed son

Why one can't steal

----He breathes in

He believes in---- (I just can't put down how much this works for the poem)

Strange men lies

And he relies

On the strange man

----Man relies on Mamma

And Mamma relies on the can

Teaching her son

How to be a man.----(just sums up the poem beautifully)

Stay classy 8)




fruit4you says...


THANKS!!!!! Much Appreciated!!!



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AlfonsoFernandez wrote a review...



Hey there, here to review.

I'd like to say that I'm not a fan of prostitute poems, but this is actually very well done. It wasn't too long, which is good, and to the point. I loved the rhyming you did and the structure of the poem. I think what makes this poem truly good is the end:

Strange men lies

And he relies

On the strange man

Man relies on Mamma

And Mamma relies on the can

Teaching her son

How to be a man.


This ending is what makes the whole poem really worth it, and I love it.

I actually didn't see any actual errors, but the poem is confusing in some parts.

Her life is it's fact
This verse in particaular was a bit confusing, and I didn't understand the meaning of it.

Apart from that there is also the title, which I find is a little bit too straightforward, but that, of course, is only my opinion, and it is your writing style we're talking about, so your choice.

But congratulations and keep writing. I'm looking forward to reading more of your poems (hopefully not about prostitutes :) )

-Alfonso




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This was over all very interesting. But I didn't see many full stops? I don't know much about poetry but I'm pretty sure it kinda needs those. But I'm not much of a poetry person so take this how ever you feel like I guess. I know that the title said that she was ugly but you never really got an idea of what the prostitute looked like at all. I really enjoyed the ending lines, I really did, honest to god. Keep up the god work besides those little, whiny details. :]




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Mary97 says...



This is an interesting piece. I like how you can point at that she's a prostitute without full out saying it in the poem. You seem good with words. Nice job :)





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