You’re a fucking whore

Look at yourself

you can’t even stand straight

you slouch like a pig in a pen

going into the trough again

Hanging onto the sink

Like a boat clings to a harbor in bad weather

You’re a seven layered loser

A real sight for sore eyes

You’re a fucking whore

Did you forget?

I’ll say it again

You’re a fucking whore


You’ve had enough


Sorry, said it again

Now wash up

And be gone

So the whore

Looks back to the sink

Turn the water on

Splash it upon the face

Grabs the paper towel

Wipes off, and looks up

I don’t like what I see

In the mirror

Still I dry off

And head back for the bar