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Missing The Love Tonight

In future I’ll seek my sex 

from whores

Who’ll always tell me, 

that they love me...

Even if I have to pay them, 

five dollars more.

And they’ll not, disappear... 

within the dawn 

It’ll be me, 

who seeks the door.

No worries.

I’ll be fine .....,

Who needs love?

Seems not any, that needs me.

Never none so lonely,

as them that’s lonely...

When they’re 

Drunk and maudlin.

Giajl © Jim Love