TSOD (yes – I changed this. This sounds much cooler than ToTD. Sod. the t is silent ;):
You pick up this working girl,
Hooked on Smack.
Hustles and Scores,
“That’s all I do,” she says.
She says, “Ten bucks for head,
Fifteen for half and half.”
She says, “Three hits a day at thirty-five per…”
You say, “That’s seven tricks a day at least.”
She says, “Sometimes I might get lucky.
Once this guy gives me a bill and a half just to eat me.
Only time I ever came.”
You figure you can save her.
You sell your color TV that keeps her off the street a whole day.
You hock your typewriter for one Job.
Then your shotgun,
A week later you say,
“Listen. I’m a little short.”
But she says, “No scratch, no snatch.”
You say, “Look it is better to give…”
But she says,
“Beat off, Creep.”
One night they spot you on the street
in your skivvies
trying to sell your shoes.
You tell them who you are
but they nail you.
Then she happens by and she says,
“Christ you look fucked.”
But you don’t say anything.
You just think,
“What a bum rap for a nice, sensitive guy like me.”