Whore Salutation. she walked spindly on china teacups staggering down the neon street blinking nude girls, live shows and a fifty dollar piece of meat her skin is blush with frost yet it makes her all the more lush to the men/wallets driving by "c'mon baby give me a try i'll make you cry louder than any Bible" her nipples pronounced, icy thimbles beneath lacy bra                       (the japanese know how to spoil a woman) and short, silk skirt that barely hid her thighs her apparel of choice told                      (no lies) stiletto sleek and                    lipstick smeared just as tired as she appeared worn out and bled dry and looking for more a call of duty, mascara astute these dirty whores i salute. -hb 11/30/00 12:08 a.m. back home