He said “Darlin’, just do what you’re told.
Keep the cash, but the root’s put on hold…
Nah, no need to get dressed.
Have a drink! Be my guest!
You’ve been bought, but you’ve now been onsold.”
Tag: prostitution
Supply and demand
An odd chap, but a regular client,
On whom she’s become quite reliant…
The bruises soon fade,
And for what she’ll be paid,
She’s prepared to be more than compliant.
The deal
“Come on, babe,” said the guy. “What’s it worth?
Name your price! (Said with unseemly mirth.)
“Pussy’s pussy, alright?
And I ain’t got all night…
And you ain’t, like, the last cunt on Earth.”
Truth hurts
She did drugs, she turned tricks… lots to hide…
She’d gone into it all open-eyed.
When asked what do you do?
It depended on who,
But most times she just plain flat out lied.
The art of the deal
Should he offer her cash? Did he dare?
Would a couple of hundred be fair?
Well, why not? She can choose,
Just say yes, or refuse…
If she slaps his face, what does he care?
Making ends meet
She danced nude, at a bar, in a cage.
No one bother to ask her her age…
If they had, she’d have lied…
She turned tricks on the side,
And got by on her shitty damn wage.
Meretricious
Yep. Her body’s her fortune… kerrr…chinggg!
Screw this rich guy for money and bling.
Nice house, flash car and such…
Life’s a ball, pretty much…
Got his dick on the end of a string!
Red neck blues
So, her trailer-home ain’t nothin’ flash,
And the town women call her white trash…
Part-time hookin’s good pay.
Work all night, sleep all day.
Chicken, whisky, and plenty of cash!
Love’s labours lost
She’d left home, seeking fortune and fame,
Which, like love, sad to say, never came.
She’d had plenty of men,
Some who’d paid, now and then,
Her dark secret, her innermost shame!
Sleepless
Cheap motel, kept awake by the sound
Of girl’s pussies all night being ground,
Some for pay, some for play,
More the latter, he’d say,
Easy come by, in small towns, he’s found.