*+^she once had religion*+^

She sits on the edge of the motel bed--
her clothes strewn about the floor
She is naked except for an ankle bracelet and a tribal band on her left arm.
(She once had religion)

Her lips and nails are a brilliant scarlet-
her pussy is shaved smooth as alabaster
She says it is easier that way
(She once had religion)

He met her in a bar-- a seedy bar
The kind where things happen
She was drawing beer from the tap
And lust from his imagination
Shorts, no underwear and Firm breasts
Pushing her Hanes T-shirt to the seams.
He was drawn in
He took her to a motel room
In a drunken stuporX-rated
Thirty bucks an hour--
Hurry up and get a nut
I'ts expensive to come here
She sits staring horizontally through a half-empty pint of Tequila
She stares into it as if it held a hidden meaning,
Higher Purpose or Transcendent Truth--
And she believes
(She Once Had Religion)
Open the door to a sordid world
Step in and take your place
Where immoral is moral Lies are truth
And nobody knows the difference
(And they don't care anyway)