I am a plasma prostitute. I sell my plasma for money. I went to the love shack on main street and told them it was not charity. I told them it was not giving nor donation, but said the cold hard truth- prostitution. for money.
They stuck a needle in me, they sucked me dry. They returned my red blood cells to me, so I wouldn't cry. But they held my plasma, kept it for themselves, for some poor soul who needs it they said, congratulations- its charity. But then they paid me, they forced money upon me, they bought my plasma, bought it like clover leaf honey. I'll go back, I said, after I stepped out into the cold.
I'll go back, after I get my proof of address. I need the money, and after all, its charity. So stick the needle in me- give me money for my honey.
They stuck a needle in me, they sucked me dry. They returned my red blood cells to me, so I wouldn't cry. But they held my plasma, kept it for themselves, for some poor soul who needs it they said, congratulations- its charity. But then they paid me, they forced money upon me, they bought my plasma, bought it like clover leaf honey. I'll go back, I said, after I stepped out into the cold.
I'll go back, after I get my proof of address. I need the money, and after all, its charity. So stick the needle in me- give me money for my honey.
George its ok. You're clean in my book. For many have lived and died taking the route you took. Even though you really just sold part of you for cash.
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That's hilarious!
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