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THE JOLLY WHORE

April 28, 2018

Ah, the jolly whore,

All loving.

All done up in bows,

. she’s gone.

Where? We don’t know,

Nor she.

 

The ripped up pants allure,

The tattered garb of rape.

Of the victim of rape,

Now she rolls along:

Blocking every path,

It’s like a dream:

Holiday after holiday,

Ah, for victims everywhere.

 

Fantasies begin here,

But do they come to bad ends?

What’s a bad end?

We don’t define such terms.

Where to from here?

The end. The back of the queue.

We’re all here at one point,

It all begins here.

 

The victim slowly ventures out,

All courageous.

I too am a victim,

Of another sort.

The lost are victims,

The failed: victims, all.

You’re not alone dear victim,

We’re all beside you.

Below you. In a casket,

An open casket.

Before the fires take us,

Engulf us. We see your pain.

 

A conversation; billiards,

The topic of rape, in a bad bar.

Old acquaintances, barely,

There was another game;

Another old acquaintance,

Involved in a tragedy.

This prevented contact,

I don’t care for the tragedy.

I know not who died,

Ah yes: I’m aloof.

 

Ten years. Fifteen years,

Don’t say you’ll choose this moment.

You weren’t my friend: are not,

Anniversaries come up quick.

Faster and faster. I’m out,

I’m far off. No word

Extended. Yes or no, or no,

You’re, they’re, old now.

Too much drink,

Death.

Fallen on hard times,

I’ll show myself a success.

 

And, why do they not reply?

Briefly known, dear ones.

I’m coming with open hands,

An open mind.

Too long’s past?

You advocated.

And hence advocate always,

I’ll be broken hearted, again.

 

I see legs through torn jeans,

Heavily torn jeans.

Heavy set. Heavy legs,

I’d like you too.

And how about you?

Your mind’s still jumbled.

I’ll wait,

Why so weak?

Why so saddened?

These jeans are not for you.

They’re hard to walk in,

To run in.

 

And …. maybe I’m mistaken,

Maybe it’s just the style.

The fashion, that I know not,

It’s really adorable:

Rape victim slang,

And clothing.

Bought from what store?

A hole in stockings.

Ultimate fetish,

And reminder of rape.

 

We see each other on the street,

Never friends.

Always intrigue,

Rapists are brazen.

Rape and stay behind,

No bones buried.

No corpse to be done away with,

Victim and scoundrel, face to face.

Not in any courtroom,

No chains.

 

Scoundrel, a sly smile,

Victim, smile at side of mouth.

They pass. They’re gone,

Blonde haired, big woman.

An imbecile, true,

Who are you with tonight?

It’s always a given,

A night alone …. no.

And no: I won’t pay your fare,

Frankly, you disgust me.

I disgust myself,

Get off my side of town.

 

Certainly, there are ringing endorsements,

In court, from character witnesses.

He who rapes: of high moral standing,

She was asleep …. she stirred.

Good response. And you?

I’s asleep.

Don’t start,

Beginning and end.

It all ends here,

We start off elsewhere, all ….

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