“Let me tell you this much, bud, for free…
We both just want a fuck… you agree?
Problem solved,” she said, “but…
I ain’t just some cheap slut!
Well, not cheap. It’s about, like, degree.”
Tag: slut
As luck would have it
She said “Don’t get me wrong, mister, but…
If you’re out on the prowl for a slut,
Then no need to look far…
As sluts go, I’m a star!
And of sluts, in this town, there’s a glut.
In the now
Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.
Compliant
Bit too fond of the booze and her fags,
But she don’t give a fuck who she shags!
Get her drunk… want some fun?
Try it on… good as done!
Well, unless, like, she’s on the damn rags.
Self-knowledge
I’m a bit of a slut, she confessed…
Well, an easy lay, maybe, at best…
But I don’t give a damn!
If I am, then I am…
If I say so myself, though in jest!
Pink Lady
“Scarlet woman?” she said, with a wink.
“Something rather less lurid, I think…
An adulteress, slut,
Fond of fucking, yes, but…
Being rich, and a lady, just pink!”
Clarity
I’m a bit of a slut, she admits.
Any guy, anywhere that it fits!
Like, I can’t get enough…
I like being fucked rough…
Up the arse too, as long as he spits.
Feminine logic
“So, just what are you fucking implying?”
She said. “Have you been fucking spying?
You say I’m a slut…
I might be, maybe, but
Anybody who says so is lying!”
Anybody’s
She has two joys in life, sex and booze.
Not particular much who she screws.
Swap a fuck for a drink…
It saves having to think…
This or that bloke? Or choose.
On a hiding to nothing
“See her, naked! Vile, blasphemous bitch!”
Roared the priest, whip hand starting to twitch.
“Incubus, or foul slut…”
(The whip’s lash stung and cut…”
Witch or harlot, it matters not which!”