Nature Is A Prostitute

April 25, 2012
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Nobody cares
But still,
Nature is a prostitute
With only a gauzy sheet of azure
To cover its bronzed swellings.
Nobody notices
But still,
Nature is a prostitute
With a lengthy brown body;
And green dollar bills
Teeming from its skirt of moss.
Nobody understands
But still,
Nature is a prostitute 
With hundreds of bees 
sucking the nectar
From it's delicate flowers.
And nobody wonders 
But still,
Nature is a prostitute and 
Man it's eternal subject
With no hope of moving on
In a world consumed by this 
Prostitutes beauty.

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Josika.Nav said...
May 27, 2012 at 8:28 am
hey!  different and unusaul perspective. i've always thought of nature as a mother and this poem of yours really got me thinking. very well written! great work and keep writing :D 
beautifulspirit This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 25, 2012 at 11:32 am
This was different---I was drawn to your title:) Never thought of nature in this way.
Amber_Lov3 said...
May 25, 2012 at 12:32 am
I love how different this is!
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