States Of The Union - Nevada - Poem by Zane Gilley
When johns with shriveled egos come to find
That paid relationships oft further bring
Despair and lonely apathy to mind,
The pricks of love administer their sting.
These women bear their broken souls of flesh,
Pretending pleasures — little recompense
For fractured younger lives, filleted, unfresh,
Unloved, unborn, the copied crimes immense!
Yet, can these crimes of passionate abuse
Be legalized by politicians' lust?
Do dollars gained by taxes most obtuse
Suffice to sanction man's denuded thrust?
When laws intend a rape to sanctify,
The misplaced love of evils multiply.
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