Maggy Magola - Poem by Hannington Mumo
Maggy Magola the twilight gal
Who sold her thighs for half a dime,
Was without any true pal
And thought good morals were a crime.
Her livelihood came from her flickering thighs
That sparkled in the muffled semi-darkness of the streets;
She took semi-distilled rum to harden her eyes
As she danced to the most wobbly music beats.
She sold herself too much to unquenchable lust
Till she became a meal to the worms of the dust.
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