Girls for Cheap
Sad, wounded Cleveland, where the girls die or are kept in slavery.
Not that some as-yet-undetected freak job in Los Angeles doesn't have two 15-year-olds tied up in his back bedroom right now. He does. Maybe he's making them eat their food on the floor, from bowls, like dogs. Or he's beating them with a belt, with his hands, tearing them with his teeth. Maybe he's got a couple dead ones buried in the side yard. You gotta do that kind of digging at night, unless you've got a high fence or an abandoned house next to you or you live very far out in the country.
It wasn't too long ago that Cleveland staggered backward from the impact of women killed in a house where parties led to the end of the world. And now, a house where three girls were taken before they were 22, one at 14, and held for a decade, mercilessly used to please a man who got tired of looking at the pictures and wanted to do the thing itself.
Girls like flowers because girls are flowers, something you damn well better not say in your office.
But who doesn't see a young girl and think of some flower, some blooming thing looking at high summer from early spring, some shy creature that can't see winter from her place in the sun?
And don't drown yourself in nostalgia. In the 1840s, 11-year-old prostitutes worked the streets of cities. Mom's boyfriend tries out his own flower fantasies on 13-year-olds in every city and town in America. Most of the time, the girl is too scared to tell anyone.
Of course, today, the would-be lord of a dungeon house can practice on the Internet, where bondage pictures and ball gags and trampling and rape splatter porn sites.
Or you can just watch the made-up-to-look-younger girls on TV, or watch the 11-year-old girls walk to school, half of them hooker-ized in the current fashion, a good number of them fatherless, protector-less, already looking for boyfriend to love them, a baby to love them, any living, breathing goddamn thing in the world to love them a little. Fifteen bucks'll get you a ticket to a beauty pageant for 9-year-olds, and you know those ballet leotards are ti-ght
Freak job see. Freak job do.
Old enough to reach the mailbox, old enough to get the package.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
For the busted watch freak job who wants a 13-year-old girl in his bed (or chained to his water heater), there's never been a better time to be an American, now that the sickest drool of human desires is out of the closet.
Pedophilia, along with racism, sexism and poverty, is one of the things we still say we despise, though it's edging its way to normal every day. Britney Spears made a living edging it toward normal, at least until she got too "old."
Sugar and spice and everything real nice, right, boss?
The broken flowers in Cleveland deserved a little more time with Barbie and stuffed animals, phone calls and ice cream, first jobs and college.
What they got instead shakes the ability to believe in pain.
Look at the girls in the rap videos. Look at the girls at the concerts.
You can have one, right? Even if you're 50. It ain't like her old man's gonna stop ya.
Sugar and spice and everything real nice.
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