Buy Me

I recall the first time I saw you, 

standing there dressed in green.

I always knew you had an affair with money, 

but never knew how you dealt with me.

I remember how you used to buy every last bit of me,

and how I thought it was sophisticated, sweet.

You had called me classic,

lying there in that King style suite.

I gave myself to you without asking for a return.

You tore me apart, disguised in pure gold.

But that was "none of your concern."

Now I understand it's how you were raised, 

and to you it may be right.

But I'm not a prostitute, mister,

I'll be around longer than a night.

Reviews

[KallGraham]

I really like this piece. I love the sophisticated jab you took at the commoditization of women.

[Cat]

Thank you for noticing, I appreciate the review. :)

[A. Amos]

I truly enjoyed your poetic story telling, simply amazing.