My Sister-in-law is a Whore

my sister-in-law is a whore

and the town drunk;

it wasn't always this way;

I remember when she was

young and beautiful,

not the tired, worn out,

old woman she is now,

wild and free like the breeze,

full of laughter and excitement,

making the blood flow hot in every guy,

as she teased and captivated,

always the center of attention,

like a queen holding court

before her loyal subjects;

I knew my sister-in-law

before I married her sister,

and when the bar lights came on

at the end of the night,

I was right there,

with all the other hypnotized,

horny bastards,

praying to be the one she

went home with,

but time caught up with her,

as she refused to give in,

living each day for drugs, sex

and rock n roll,

the laughter started sounding

more like a cackle than some

musical melody,

and no one has much tolerance

for a loud, foul mouthed, old hag,

with spotted, yellow skin

from liver damage,

and rotting, missing teeth;

but every now and then,

I close my eyes and smile

at the memories,

remembering there was a time

when we were both much better,

and I realize just how much

I loved that drunken old whore.

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