Crazy Lady Shady Past

Crazy Lady, Shady past.

Broken fingers, arm in a cast.

The streets aren’t like they used to be.

Dangerous and barbarous, for a woman like she.

Judgement bad, mind has gone.

John in the car looking for the bone.

Body overused.

Tempers fused.

Then came the violence.

Take the beating, keep the silence.

He walked away.

For him just another day.

Used to be good.

Payed very well.

Had plenty of food.

Maybe its just a bad spell.

Then the depression came.

Men just didn’t seem the same.

It was no longer fun, to be on the game.

But at least, manages to remain un-maimed.

They used to pay up front.

Never seeking change, from the given amount.

Doing the business, never asking the name.

Its very lonely, this life on the game.

Used to 100 s, now its twenties.

Back in the past, the dollars were plenty.

But now the money seems, to be no more.

The money and her looks, have gone out the door.

Where once there was carpets, there’s now wooden floors.

And the men in her life are counted by many score’s.

Its a dismal way to lead this life.

With each passing day, it cuts like a knife.

To a heart that was once open, is now shut tight.

And at the end of tunnel, there is no light.