House Of Ill Repute.

Wallace

Where do I begin.

To tell you all about my life of sin.

What about the start I hear you all say.

Ok, i will start on that very first day.

 

I was young and naive.

Sorry, by the way they call me dave.

I visited a house of ill repute.

To satisfy myself with a prostitute.

 

It was the first time I seen a woman naked.

But i new her sexual groans she did fake it.

Anyway I carried on, it was quick it was not long.

And from that day houses of ill repute I have always been among.

 

I am married now with a loving wife.

She does not know about my house of ill repute life.

It would break her heart if i told her so.

But to these houses i must go.

 

For a long time i have sold my soul.

For the only reason to achieve my sexual goal.

Should i stay or should i go.

For me that red light does always glow.

 

Well now you all know about my sin.

In the long run i know i will not win.

I find my life hard to change.

I think to myself that i am odd, you know sexually strange.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2017 01:56
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  • FredPeyer

    Wallace, I understand you, even though I have never been to one of these houses. Just hope your wife does not see this poem! 🙂
    Well written, nice rhyming!

    • Wallace

      Thanks for comment.



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