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The prostitute had acquired a new client

who was very well-known fo being defiant.

    A very young man this client was indeed,

    he was hoping that the prostitute was willing to please.

A muggy, rainy night it was outside,

to be discreet, in a dumpster they had to hide.

    Filthy to the prostitute was the surrounding environment,

    but the defiant young man made cheap pleasure a

                      requirement.

Afraid she was to perform this act,

but the young man's fist was an abusive fact.

    So for thirty minutes straight,

    the prostitute was his target of hate.

She became the human bearer

of all of his inhuman terror.

    Ecstasy was all the young man felt,

    but pain and degradation is all he dwelt.

    Begging him to stop the prostitute pleaded,

    but he wasn't stopping until he succeeded.

Shearing and tearing her insides were,

on every impulse she was commanded to scream "SIR!"

    Alas! Alas! He had finally succeeded,

    a mighty opponent he felt like he had defeated.

Out of the dumpster,

he ran with a wind of bluster.

    But in the Dumpster of Ill-Repute,

    the young defiant man left a dead prostitute.