RENT BOY
DON'T LET THEM STREETS SHOOT YOU UP.
DON'T LET THEM PIMPS USE YOU UP
BUY YOU FOR A FIVE DOLLAR DINNER BOY.
RIDE YOU LIKE A TROJAN HORSE
YOUR SELF PITY RAN ITS COURSE.
COPPERS WINDING YOU UP LIKE THEIR TOY
DONT LET THEM TAKE YOU FOR A RENT BOY
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