Dogs and Whores

Labels of society
Printed on foreheads
Treads of shame
Weaved with skin tight dresses
Lace of disappointment
Decorate push up bras
Clicking heals
Walking the streets of money
Painted faces of dignified shame

Devoted mother
Loving wife
Angst daughter
Comforting friend

They say when a woman is none
She is a whore
That’s what they say

And who are they
Who speak of women is such a manner
Only the men who stand at their doors
With limp dicks stained with disease
Desperate for a moment of paid pleasure
With backs to their wives
Turning only when rejected

Heads down
Dogs
Genitals between their legs
Dogs
They go home to wives succumbed to duty
Dogs
They hump, spreading maladies of love
Dogs

Loving father
Rebellious son
Gentle husband
Drinking friend

So what do they say when a man is none