I have seen her in the square,
gaunt, a mendicant, spare,
begging those with eyes to see
her devotion to her mendacity.
She will call herself a victim
while being a bully in your face--
plying the oldest trade in town
with her soul an empty space.
She's a creature marking off its turf,
pissing in public on the dirty earth.
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