She was the Queen of the Gutter
The men they would want her
For the scent of her skin
In which they could swim
Skimming her dreams
For she,
She was
the Queen of the gutter
And the world watched her bleed
In her only good dress
And her face was a mess
A dirty goddess
But Always,
Always the Queen
Of the gutter
Her plinth of blue glass
Were shards of her past
Jacking up
Cracking up
Daily romance
But still
Still she was
Queen
Of the gutter
They were glass breakers
The haters of love
In their beautiful masks
And they fingered her hard
Because she,
She was the Queen
Of the gutter
And when she was gone
More came along
Queens from the beach
From the hills and the streets
From the rains and hail
They rose from the drains
And these,
These are the Queens
The Queens of the gutter
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