SOCIETY'S CURSE

SOCIETY’S CURSE * She thought about it The day before As her clothes lay scattered Across the Motel floor * With cigarette butts And empty cans She feels it all coming down The whole rotten scourge of man * between constant struggle To stay alive It’s a fight to retain her will to survive * With her dignity gone A long time ago She puts on her make-up but it’s only for show * She cares no longer about how she looks It’s all just a ploy to pull in more tricks * As her baby cries softly in his small bassinette She thinks of his innocence, If his needs will be met * She knows for certain It’s better this way cause life on the edge It just doesn’t pay * She thinks of the time When she was a girl With a life full of promise Dreams set to unfurl * With a life full of boys And gold lame gowns And debutante balls In grand musty halls * But money could’nt bring her All that she needs And a life born to privilege Is not all it seems * As she closes her eyes With a loaded sigh In that run-down motel room She starts to cry * As she ties off her arm And injects the cocaine She waits for the drug to ease her from pain * As the glare of the neon sends harsh flashing lights and the wails of a train pierce the long silent night * The drug spills it’s warmth Throughout her body As she anticipates the comfort And what is to be * As she looks out the window She wonders a lot What happens to people Who society forgot? * As her body goes limp And falls with a thud She’s hoping like Hell The Paparazzi aren’t up * WordPlaya, March 24, 2010