Home in a Brothel
I live in a whore house.
It's not the mere purchase of skin here.
We have other products too
And it's all for free.
I sell lies.
And I charge 3 facades in exchange
One for you to pretend you understand me
One for you to think you know me
And one for you to agree with me
I know this guy.
He sells thoughts.
He talks about souls with me.
He believes we don't have one.
And I trade my mid day delusions with him.
There's this other girl
She sells truth
And people buy it in the currency of criticism .
They hate her. They judge her.
Because she believes in nothing and everything.
This man I once came across.
He sells smokes and puffs
And he will ask for your attention in exchange.
He sells his stories. His scars and s...