She shows off her body on porn sites
And feels not a bit of guilt about it.
Makes loads of money paid by fools
And feels no shame about it.
The money is more important
Than her nonexistent morals,
Her soiled reputation.
She even brazenly brags
About all the money she makes
Revealing her intimate parts.
Maybe one day she’ll regret
How she cheapened herself.
But she loves the money,
And all the things she can buy
Way too much for any guilt
About how she has
Compromised herself.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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