Judge not

Richard--Castle Donington

On her back with legs akimbo,

Most would say she's just a bimbo.

They can't see, how could they know,

That she has a line to tow.

A choice to starve or to provide,

Its a thin line this great divide.

Of the haves and the have nots,

Of council estates or princely lots.

So she continues every night,

To serve the men with her delights.

Is there an end she cannot see,

But for us to judge.....just who are we?

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