Baudelairian Sex Worker (Chill, its just Poetry)

Seres in Retrospect on Orders of Venus for Pluto’s Rape of Her Daughter~~Don’t Know why I’d do it in a Sonnet WTF.

Be Careful with Four Word’sful letters by

Someones who sign by the Claims, All the Best.

Take PreCaution, if its Marked with SwordSSrowS

Of the Industry that’s gone KooKoo

KaRooh.  It’s So Fancy, Sure, and Able

With Clutches of Wine, Sex, and Bleu Cheeses.

So I’m Baudelaire’s Whore Mistress I am

I wouldn’t be Yours and I’d rather Do

my part for those who don't need Three Degrees

to Handle the Business of Protecting

Good from Uncivil, Lecherous, Greedy,

Joy Killers whose Asses Drip with La Merde

Yes, it is.  It’s All over, You. I’m Clean.

I am a Baudelairian Whore Try what You

Can. Chasten me?  I'm No Longer Human.