The Hooker

A dark and busy town at night, 

A hooker stands by the street light. 

A child at home alone in bed,

Can’t tell when last he was fed. 
A hooded man, a flash of grey, 

One swift movement, a fine red spray. 

No money, all in vain,

A child in bed, alone in pain 

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