Girls lined up, to be poked and perused,
Madam touting ways each might be used…
“Step up boys! Class A whores!
Fifty bucks, this one’s yours!
Forty? Thirty? No offer refused!”
Tag: prostitution
Window dressing
Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
Venality
Sex she looked on somewhat with disdain…
If I do do it, what do I gain?
Dirty secrets to trade?
To be bloody well paid…
Or at least caviar and champagne!
Dirty little hobby
I do things with men one shouldn’t mention,
She said. It relieves all my sexual tension…
Quite sordid, but fun,
And when all’s said and done,
Well, I’m just supplementing my pension.
A done deal
Fifty bucks for a fuck, cold, hard cash…
Pretty good, she thought, toking on hash…
“Yeah,” she said to the john,
Stripping off. “Fuck! You’re on!
Just a sec, while I pull out me stash!”
Meeting Jack
Peddling pussy, poor girl, stony broke,
In a laneway, a shilling a poke…
“He’s a curious one,”
She thinks, (God! Should I run?)
With his little black bag and his cloak.
Starry-eyed
She hit Hollywood all starry-eyed…
Promised parts in the movies… they’d lied…
Given blow jobs, been screwed,
Pretty much fucked for food,
Till she just sort of shrivelled inside.
Rights and wrongs
Her virginity rankled, poor kid…
Just a nuisance, of which to be rid…
Maybe one of these nights
She might auction the rights…
Kill two birds… maybe make a few quid!
Upmarket
The young hooker, flat broke, ruin looming,
Worked on her deportment and grooming,
Dressed smarter, talked nice,
Then she put up her price,
And, last heard of, her business was booming!
On the game
Broke and desperate, burning with shame,
No choice left but to go on the game…
Well, it beat being poor!
She enjoyed it, what’s more…
Indeed, so much she quite often came!