TERSE VERSE
The Wizard In The Mob
by Killah Shark, Regular Contributor
Sometimes in your studio loft
In the sunny Republic of Santa Monica
After you have rolled a rillo jailhouse
The bruise doesn’t throb anymore
And you let go of the memory
Of the cuffs being on top tight
You sip the wine and one last shiver
From The Sting of the
Cat o nine tails
No safe word
You’ll realize
Your low wage job is really
Your fee
For doing sex work in America
Brother
Now call out for your momma
BITCH
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