My Dear Mistress Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

My dear mistress
You put on your make up
You put on your fancy cloths
Your services paid for in good dues
Dirty laundry in high places is kept
Every night inside the soul is wept
But still you go on yet
As you have always done
As you are doing right now
As you always will
Past
Present
Future
Till you're used up goods
All alone
Nobody wants you
Nobody ever wanted you for you
With an sensational appetite to violate you in every way
One after another
Running a train of the elite
Money you come to love so well
Will be your hell
For upon acquiring it people come at you for different reasons.
To take you for everything you have
My dear mistress
I can only pray for your forgiveness