Prostitute of life

am a whore of emotions

Cheaper than I'd like to be

Going through the motions

My existence an apology

I am a petrol pump of affection

Where faces do briefly stop

Refueling smiles of empty transaction

My heart a misplaced prop

I am a delivery boy of assurance

Faster than I'd like to be

Ready at their doors with abundance

And the Price they say, i agree.

I am a first aid kit of consolation

Fully stacked and ready for use

Comforting bandage of affirmation

Eager recipient of their unhealed wounds

I am the second prize in elections

Tha back-up plans to hopeful dreams

The instant coffee and powdered milk

I am the shop they run into from rains

The shade of the tree on the side of the road

The reluctant option to a failed choice

I am the prostitute of life

Too guilty to live

Too hopeless to die

I exist for the sake of others

Once im useless I'll live for myself.