His life turned upside down,
Forced by others to “sleep” around,
He thought he did like what he did,
Death did come to him after a doing a lid…
Introduced to his “trade”,
At an early age,
From eight years on,
His life then decayed…
His pain tremendous,
Things done to him horrendous,
Happy he thought he felt,
When he didn’t “perform”,
Used on him was a belt…
Out there are still his purveyors,
In crowded places of children,
They are of “fresh meat”, surveyors,
For those that are “taken”,
All one can do is offer up prayers…L
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