When the landlord dropped round to remind
Her, the rent was now two weeks behind,
She looked so damn distressed,
In the doorway, half-dressed,
That he said he’d take payment in kind.
Tag: prostitution
Pros and cons
She weighed up what she’d gain or she’d lose
From an offer she couldn’t refuse:
He could fuck her, of course,
Using menace or force,
In exchange for what, should she so choose?
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.
The meat market
Having sex is commodity trading,
A fact there’s no way of evading.
A fuck’s something of value
A girl wants to sell you:
Men, mostly, don’t need much persuading.
In the end, every girl has a price,
Call it courtship, or pleasure or vice.
It’s a market where man
Does the best that he can.
Like fine dining, with more or less spice
Then, of course, a wise man wants a taste.
For our purpose, presume the girl’s chaste;
If she makes the wrong call,
She’ll have given her all
To the wrong bloke, a shame and a waste!
Certain girls though, break out of the mould,
Not content to be bartered or sold.
The prospective young bride
Tries out men, to decide
Who’s to have her, to have and to hold!