She’s been called a slut… harsh and undue…
Though perhaps not completely untrue…
She might seldom say no,
She did, now and then, though…
And did fucks count if, like, no one knew?
Tag: promiscuity
Hullabaloo
What a fuss! So much hullabaloo!
Like, who cares if she fucks or fucks who?
Like, who gives a fuck, right,
If they’re black pink or white?
And who gives a damn fuck if they do?
Non-discrimination
Seem’s like nothin’ that girl wouldn’t screw!
Blokes, of course, chicks-with-dicks…don’t mind who!
Old men, dykes, little boys,
All those big rubber toys,
Donkeys, dogs… damn! The whole fuckin zoo!
Broadening one’s horizons
Although not to suggest immorality,
Just as a vague generality,
Girls in Lahore,
Beauties all, all what’s more,
Show remarkable… ummm… hospitality!
Truth in advertising.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Bona fide!”
But, of course, it turned out that she’d lied.
She’d been rooted by men,
Not just now and again,
But extensively so, far and wide!
Value judgement
“Bein’ faithful ain’t worth a plugged nickel!”
She said. “I ain’t sayin’ a gal should be fickle,
But fuck! What’s the harm,
When men turn on the charm,
In a bit of good ol’ slap ‘n’ tickle?”
Altruism
“Look,” she said. “Please excuse my profanity…
Whom you fuck comes down to vanity.
Never mind who…
Fuck the ugly ones too…
For the overall good of humanity!”
The existentiality of intercourse
She thought sex, just like food, quite essential.
Her lovers were mostly sequential…
Though some were extraneous…
Contemporaneous…
(All of this quite confidential.)
The bohemian
Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”
Grey cats in the dark
She’d got pregnant, but who was to blame?
Tom? Dick? Harry? Some other first name?
Perhaps no name at all!
She just couldn’t recall.
In the dark they’d all seemed much the same.