Pillars of society

From the feet to the face she is a total hoar.
Home from the office, he walks in through the door.
Dirtying our streets in her trashy, golden heels,
He finishes his tea, clears away the meals.
Ripped up skirt she forces tight arond her ass.
He sings his son to sleep, gives his little girl a bath.
She stands in the darkness, morals out of sight,
He left it in the office but he needs it for tonight,
Kisses his wife and drives into the night.

Still alone and all dressed up, she shows a bit more bra.
Her pretty face has caught his eye. He pulls up in his car.
Sticking out the bone of a non-existant bust,
He shoves her up against the wall, overcome with lust.

From her feet to her face she is a total hoar,
Because the fear of his fist is hopeless to ignore
And she remains a silent body one day more.

At 12 years old she bravely tries to mutter.
At 12 years and 1 day old her blood runs through the gutter,
Seeping into drains anddripping into water.
He goes to put his son to bed and starts to kiss his daughter.