On sale, for beggars and choosers


Beggars can’t be choosers, when dawn is upon them

and everyone runs for their lives

into each other’s arms or beds.

Beggars can’t be choosers, if a beating heart

is their prerrogative, a warm body if you will.

 

Sex and mistakes are for sale.

our demands letter photo by Duffboy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo and poem by Duffboy

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