It’s the good life, right, being retired?
Eat, drink and rent girls as required…
Nice filthy young things,
A few bucks and no strings…
Except often you’re too fucking tired!
Tag: prostitution
Touting his wares
“Girls like this,” he said. “Mate! They’re like gold!
Fresh young pussy… eighteen years old!
Touch your toes! Do the splits,
Baby! Show us your tits!”
“Say no more,” said the john. “Shit, I’m sold!”
Market price
She uncrossed her legs, flashin’ the gash…
“Wanna fuck? Or you just talkin’ trash?
Yes or no, either way,
Fuck or not, I’m OK.
If you want it, it’s two hundred. Cash.”
Another day another dollar
Guess it’s all just a part of the job…
A girl can’t be a whore and a snob,
She thought. Can’t pick and choose,
Have much say who she screws…
Like this foul-mouthed old fucking fat slob!
Fire sale
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!”
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.