She was only 13, when the jobs came offering.
They said "Come right here, I can see the talent from over there."
She never took the job.
Everyone who offered acted like a snob.
Before they could ask a question, she had her hand on the doorknob.
They always had those disturbingly sweet opening lines. One guy said "You my lady, gave me the color of my eyes." Sometimes they just said "We can discuss business at my place."
She was pretty face, sweet soul, and an interesting kind of girl.
One guy stood out to her, so she accepted the deal. He brought out the paper said "sign on that there line".
Little did she know she couldn't ever resign.
But those who stick out, always trust in Mr. Business man.
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PoetryListen, I write poems, but I write really shitty ones. You're going to hate them and that's the whole point of sharing them. I hope you hate them and I hope you talk shit about them. Bye.
