Prostitute

Posted bySilent SingerPosted inSocial Criticism 
I am a kind of prostitute 
Of the body, I am chaste
I sell my mind to institutions 
They draw measured ribbons round my waist
They measure all my numbers
They look inside my cells 
I am a prudent prostitute 
Of the mind I am a -waste.

Published by Silent Singer

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