After Hours

After dark when the sun falls and the sky rises

the ghosts come out for a night full of prizes.

A slippery eel calling itself Nyx

swims around in the river Styx.

After hours in my mothers bed,

which no longer holds her lonely head,

I invite someone in for a spin in the dark.

Getting money, that fickle muse, is not a walk in the park

But with this body I can do what I please

I only pray I don't get herpes

from one of these weird men in me.

One day I'll have enough money to be free

from this opression.

I can feel myself sinking into depression.

I don't appreciate being labled as a whore

I'm only trying to give myself more

opportunities,

but these

days, it's more for my son than

for me. I can invite in another man

if it means he'll have a future

to call his own.