(err… well, this is actualy a song, not a poem. hope you like it.)
Little whore
on TV
Little whore
just like me
and her music, is rotting my mind
Little whore
that I see
She can’t
influence me
but the children, are singing in time
Chorus:
All the fortune, all the fame
Little whores that look the same
Packaged whores, packaged dolls
School girls dancing down the halls
Little whore
plastic soul
little girls
they enroll
to be just, like this pretty pink doll
Little whore
play your role
I’ve seen minds
that you stole
don’t be fooled, every angel will fall
Chorus
Coda:
And that effect is killing me
I must confess I still believe
that when I feel it, I lose my mind
Give me a sign
FUCK ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!
Fuck the fortune, fuck the fame
Little whores are all the same
Packaged whores, packaged dolls
Every angel always falls