The gift horse

With a wink and a grin, the girl beckoned.
“Your mate’s done. You wanna go second?”
Well, what a good sport…
And a pretty good sort…
For a slut… Yep, he’d fuck her, he reckoned.

So, now?

Wet and ready, and willing and able,
She put all her cards on the table…
“OK, I’m a slut,”
She said. “Truth hurts, yeah, but
What the fuck? I’m at least true to label!

Respect

One gets carried away, when erect,
If the girl concerned doesn’t object…
She may well be a slut,
Who’d fuck anyone, but
One should thank her, and show due respect

Wokeness

He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!

Cheating

So, her husband was cheating, she’d learned,
Which, in fact, she’d already discerned.
Some damn cheap little slut…
It was curious, but,
That she found herself quite unconcerned.

Particularity

The term slut seems a little abusive…
She might be… it isn’t conclusive.
She likes fucking, yeah,
Whom, she doesn’t much care…
She’s, like, just a bit over-inclusive.

Friends

The guys called her a slut, although, mainly,
She just fucked her friends… but still, plainly,
She had quite a lot…
Some whose names she forgot,
Though she’d tried to keep track of them, vainly.