Chronicles Of A Hoe

Look at that female there, so very sexy to see,
Strong enticing looks, body of a godess you see.
Hour-glass shape, walks like a tiger, firm as a tree,
Dont be fooled though, she isnt what she appears to be.
She is a straight up HOE, just like her image shows,
At the bottom of the ravine is where her light truly glows.
No need to contemplate whether shes a real woman or not,
Through the troubled glare inside her lies a deep blood clot.
Shes a expendable asset, theres nothing a man can do with her,
Only have and enjoy her good sex, then kick her to the curb.
Dont ever think shes a woman, shes not near that calibur,
Her colors are a tainted red and blue, which make a nasty lavender.
Get it?
She chases men for sex and money, abusing her body and soul,
Such a waste of life, no respect for herself, a life so cold.
That hoe will never wake up, she can only do but so much,
All hearts are sadened for her, no one can undo her clutch.
She is like a dog, if one feeds her she comes back for more,
Money, shelter and DICK is what she desires and begs for.
Only thing a real man can do, is pay her ass no mind,
Never mistake her as a WOMAN, she is the worst you can find.
People only can try to help her, wil they succeed? Oh no,
Shes at the bottom, where she remains, a nasty lil HOE....

By Michael Smith