Veteran Poet - 1,108 Points (7TH OCTOBER 1951 / Trissur, Kerala State, India.)

P I M P.......


He stood in the corner
Of the cross roads,
With a red bow on his neck,
Whispering to all passers by
Of the luscious dames
Available in his list,
With the pricetags,
Describing all the whores
In detail, Some becoming
Customers, while he talked
Over the mobile too,
To other would be customers,
Beckoning in the same style,
Making big bucks, according
To his standards and taking
It to his virtuos wife
And expexatant children,
for the small gifts be brought
Out his daily earnings
From the whorehouses,
Leading a calm, quiet life.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011