Classic Poem

Find shoes for her
Her old shoes are worn out
with going after pennies
Paint her lips
BRIGHT RED
she has slobbered the same words

TOO LONG

the old color is gone
Make a pretty lady of her
who is chaste
As a faded barber's pole

Damn all these sniveling beggars
clutching at beauty's sleeves
Hellsbells
take her
give her the price
Keep your heart
let her be alone
who is alone
Beauty is on the streets tonight for beauty
She is not for a price
or threats
Certainly not for you who would take her
And keep her home.