A Ripped Cheap Red Dress Poem by James McLain

This Cheap red dress that is rippep.

A night out on the town it is cheap.
Sexy to cheap so it's tight.
Pushed up your brest held by the cup that is he.
Torn into shreds like a cheap master card let it be.
My deep back for the straps let them show.
I am he that some one.
I have history here speak of no one but me I am here.
Underneeth the red dress I will grow.
You are mine as your eyes open and glow.
Walking up in and out so I study your ways.
Once you were his now your are mine turned out,
not a whore.
Whom ever keeps the money green coming in.
The other will do as there told.
Life is short and the river is more, never less.
This from they I am told.
Councel is wise I grow wear you grow old.
We will walk as they say and the Judges,
like they we are be bold.