The Girl on Highway 80

Wasting, erasing, freebasing

Stumbling around looking for dick.
How did this life become such a trick?

Writhing, gagging, grimacing in pain
It’s not about sex; it’s filling a hole.
Unfortunately death cums so slow.

A hole in the heart
A hole in the mind
Fill it with whatever she finds.

“You have a dollar
I need to score”
Said the girl on 80
They call her a whore.