This is a poem by a friend of mine. He has given me permision to put it on here. I don't know the meaning behind it but feel free to comment and I will get hos replies.
Let me tell you a story
By Kyle Boyd
Let me tell you a story, about Heaven and about Hell
First though, know this: Jesus loves me and He loves you as well
“I am three-and-three-quarters”, I proudly exclaim
To the kind-looking gentleman, who asked me my age
He’s my mummy’s new friend, and they both love to share
They share kisses and cuddles, and he plays with her hair
I have loads of friends, like my mummy does, too
But mummy’s friends kiss her, that’s not what mine do
Her friend knows I love sweeties; I’m too young to know bribes
So indeed I indulged, as I watched them imbibe
Mummy smelled some white sand and couldn’t hold up her head
But just like Prince Charming, her friend took her to bed
Said he’d take care of me, too; and would help me prepare
For a special kind of love, and I need not be scared
I learned love can be hidden, and with a warm, calm resolve
He reached inside me to find it, but instead took my soul
“I’m twenty-fucking-five”, I bark with disgust
To the posh twat who thinks I’m forty, who I met on the bus
I only asked him for a drink, coz the dole didn’t pay
“Don’t effin’ flatter yourself, mate. You ain’t my type, anyway”
Loads of people love me, not just when I’m on my back
Kisses are overrated anyway, kisses don’t pay for smack
They know how much I need it, and desperation has no bounds
So indeed they indulge; I do my shift on the ground
I remember once, I did care, about what they thought
I tried to love, but what can I do? I’m just a filthy fucking whore
Of course, one day, my life gave up; though God, He knew me true
Now I can be free of all my wrongs, but this story is for you
We were blessed with choice, though choice can lead us stray
That little girl wanted to love, but sin took her away
If nothing else, then understand, that we are not to judge
Sometimes we’re wrong, so why not set, our default mode to ‘love’?
