Good-Lookers Poem by Lamar Cole

Good-Lookers



He was a pimp making a nightly check on his hookers.
And many of them were good-lookers.
It had been a good night.
There was nobody he had to fight.
His hookers had made plenty of dough.
He did not have to knock any of them on the floor.

Thursday, June 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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