Moving the blog

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Cut it

Almost never cut it
Your arguments weren’t valid
Hours melting like snowflakes
While we were living in squalor

Almost but never cut it
Your body a prize to die for
The powerful wear stilettos
I could never afford it

Almost never, so cut it
Escape is also an opiate
Stranded I turned to vileness
Respect for nothing but power

I almost never did cut it
Riding in on a donkey
My dismount was left unnoticed
In rags made purely of money

Ellen's story

Sagacity was Ellen's friend
She often went for older men
They would be stern
And wine and dine
Their thoughts would set her sex on fire
Their voices deep, their gazes strong
The list of her demands was long

Her foot was arched, lips ruby red
She listened, giggled, gave them head
Her life was rich, the men were old
O, glory to the young and bold

One night two men of Ellen's met
It was an accident, Kismet
First they were angry, then distraught
But one of them then had a thought
They hailed a cab, they all got in
She's in the middle
Looking thin

And you can guess what happened then
One younger girl, two older men
A city drive, a penthouse flat

With nice champagne and pricey art
Their beady eyes, their groping hands
They made demands
And danced the dance

And Ellen still likes older men
Sagacity is still her friend
Her foot is arched, her lips are red
And she still gives amazing head