A Thriller Poem by Lamar Cole

A Thriller



She was a lady of the night.
And she hustled her business under the streetlight.
She was looking for foolish chumps.
Who would pay money to hump.
Being with her would be a thriller.
Because she just might be a serial killer.

Thursday, May 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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