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Call Girl
Call Girl
By Muriel Palanca
Hit the digits. Hit and run.
Hit me up; a call for one.
He says he wants to have some fun.
I’ll do my job until he comes.
Stain the sheets, Spread legs apart.
This fool could never break my heart.
A night for him that tops the charts,
For me it’s over before it starts.
He’s just like all the other guys.
He trusts my smile and lipstick lies.
There’s something money cannot buy,
And I can’t find it in his eyes.
Would I want his sickly joy?
I’m just a game to all these boys.
A thing to touch, a mangled toy,
Used too much and left destroyed.
Going home to an empty room,
A silent hollow that still consumes.
The radio plays my favorite tune,
“All the Same”. It ends too soon.
I try to sleep in my own bed.
Close my eyes because I’m seeing red.
Moans and screams that wake the dead
‘Cause they never seem to leave my head.
If I could have a heart to break,
I’d make the love I love to fake,
And in this world of give and take,
Can someone save me for my own sake?
Inside out, I’m bruised and sore.
Do you think I’m worth fighting for?
Though I’m broken, can I be yours?
To just be loved, I’d want nothing more.
Time to make a call of my own.
A sound of hope with the dial tone,
A thousand rings but no one’s home.
I guess I’m really all alone.
Far from here I might forget
This underworld I’d care for less.
I’d find some peace and happiness
But my lifeline hasn’t answered yet.
