To Hell With It

Maybe I'll go to hell
For the parts I choose to sell
No different than the whore
Giving it up for an open door
Selling my time and thought
By those of whom I speak bought
Even if it is by the people
Its the same as going cheap
If not himself then he has not
Hustling talents but aint no slut
But if it were something else sold
It could manifest as diamonds in gold
I,I who have no choice but to work
Selling my time and thought not a clerk
A waiter once before served many a bore
They gelled so well their banter now a snore
Consistent and sure it did blow
Through dinner, months, tears and snow
To hell with the price he got twice
What they said he deserved
Not writer is he without a fee
Just a man who said to hell with it, he'll blog