Thatch as a salad: or the nutritional value within.

So it is, as it was.
Her eyes, fickle as a fan.
Lips spread on ether end.
With a soul that escapes
but whimpers in her hand.
a battery powered boyfriend
inside her grip (and other places)
while photographs are taken
(for pleasure and financial gain.)
A room of strutting roosters.
Telling her how to do her job.
"I can please me!"
she wants to scream
but saves it for therapy.

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