I said -
Promiscuous, … well, maybe.
Verbally active perhaps.
But, word-whore - never.
"We all whore something,
Some part of ourselves -
Our thoughts,
Our minds,
Our heroes,
Our skills.
Our passions,
Our bodies,
Our Gods.
We even whore our greatness."
That’s what she said -
we’re all whores.
We all whore something.
"So it’s all just a market!" - I scream
Supply.
Demand.
Economic systems.
She said,
everything’s for sale.
It’s all commerce.
Everyone’s selling something.
Nothing’s free.
