Elegy (1985)
This is the tale of a woman who lived in sin
Walked the streets of town with a dissolute grin
Wearing rag-doll clothes and the scent of gin
Making pennies off the men she invited in
She was born at Christmas, on a cold, cold night
Came into a room that was devoid of light
Her father was a seaman whose ship had moved on
'Twas on the floor of a brothel that she was born
Her mother was careful to raise her child
Into a flaxen-haired temptress who'd drive men wild
When the girl came of age, she was turned out
Into the bold bad world, to see what men were about
No male she met felt anything but
the depth of emotion reserved for a slut
They didn't realise that she was just
a girl playing games with the force of lust
A decade went by, her hunger had grown
Fed by the indifference of the men she'd known
The only set of values that she'd ever seen
Rested snug in the pants of every man's gaberdine
Tired and old and ravaged by disease
Left to her by the men she had tried to please
She eventually turned over and fell asleep
In a hole in a churchyard, six feet deep
The men whose bodies that she had wed
Paid for a gravestone, the epitaph read
" Here lies a woman who spent life giving
Yet only in death has found the joy of living "
This is the tale of a woman who lived in sin
Wearing rag-doll clothes and the scent of gin
Making pennies off the men she invited in
She was born at Christmas, on a cold, cold night
Came into a room that was devoid of light
Her father was a seaman whose ship had moved on
'Twas on the floor of a brothel that she was born
Her mother was careful to raise her child
Into a flaxen-haired temptress who'd drive men wild
When the girl came of age, she was turned out
Into the bold bad world, to see what men were about
No male she met felt anything but
the depth of emotion reserved for a slut
They didn't realise that she was just
a girl playing games with the force of lust
A decade went by, her hunger had grown
Fed by the indifference of the men she'd known
The only set of values that she'd ever seen
Rested snug in the pants of every man's gaberdine
Tired and old and ravaged by disease
Left to her by the men she had tried to please
She eventually turned over and fell asleep
In a hole in a churchyard, six feet deep
The men whose bodies that she had wed
Paid for a gravestone, the epitaph read
" Here lies a woman who spent life giving
Yet only in death has found the joy of living "
Made me flinch. Hard hitting.
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Thank you...I put it in rhyme for greater impact, I didn't think prose would be as effective....
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