He’d come home most nights already plastered,
And fuck her for hours, the bastard!
He’d loved her, no doubt,
Then the money ran out.
“Well,” she thought, ” it was fun while it lasted!”
Tag: money
Time and motion
He, like all men, has sex needs of course,
Satisfied without love or remorse;
Money, power, he’s found,
Keep the women around;
Tits and arses, a human resource.
Quid pro quo
Sex is just sex, and money is money,
And each can be tragic or funny.
With either comes power:
Men pay by the hour,
Rich men make girls’ honey-pots runny.