Pretty runaway, ripe to be rooted,
Sized up by the pimp and recruited,
Picked up on the street,
Young and tender, fresh meat,
For himself to use too, when it suited.
Tag: prostitution
Freelancer
A young journalist, bullied by editors,
One step ahead of her creditors,
Now and then screwed
Men for money or food,
Not, of course, though, the worst of the predators.
Practice versus theory
The best whore ain’t got no heart of gold;
She’s a woman can be bought and sold,
No damn love-talk and shit,
Just get off her damn kit,
And do what a man wants when she’s told.
Meek
Cold and hungry, life bloomin’ well bleak…
This damn toff gave her nipple a tweak…
“Half a crown!” said the nob…
“You ain’t worth but two bob…”
Twisting harder, to hear her squeak.
Passing trade
The young hooker’s a peach, quite a knockout!
At home, his wife’s put him on lockout.
Why not fuck a whore?
With one foot in the door,
Hard already, he’s got his damn cock out!
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
Hard cash
Though cashed up, he was vulgar and sleazy,
Fat, ugly, bad smelling and greasy.
He paid good, up front,
For a piece of her cunt,
But not he, nor the dollars came easy.
Doing the sums
What to do? She was flat, stoney broke!
“Get a pimp!” said her friend. Just a joke.
But when down on your luck,
Say two hundred a fuck …
Not too bad, just for rooting some bloke.
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
The summing up
In terms, frankly, that couldn’t be blunter,
She said “You’re a john, just a punter,
So, thanks for the fuck,
Now goodbye and good luck.
Your dick’s small, you’re a wheezer and grunter!”