We never even knew who you were, a young prostitute never heard. You layed down and spread your legs. He left for McDonalds and that was the end. First we saw you sleeping peacefully. Next they found you eternally sleeping. A voice unknown only to scum. The media on your funeral will all be in fun. A girl unknown only to clients, fought to survive and ended up dieing. One less girl on the streets, one more gone as a family weeps. I stood above you and looked through the floor. I knelt down and wept for a whore. Even with you gone the reality is fresh. No matter who you are you can`t escape death. So this is for you, the dead jane doe, the world will miss out on you not the ho.