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.
Tag: sluts
Multi-tasking
Girls these days can be had for the asking,
Their inner sluts, ripe for unmasking!
Blow job? Up the arse?
Fuck the whole goddam class?
Not a problem. It’s just multi-tasking.
Taking the vow
A young priest, once frocked up and anointed,
Must find himself quite disappointed,
Not getting to screw
Little sluts (though some do),
Perky titted and flexible jointed.
Disgruntled
Sick of being so often rebuffed,
“They’re all sluts, those damn bitches!” he huffed.
“If they bloody well begged,
Pussies spread, open-legged,
I’d just tell ’em all go and get stuffed!”
Passing muster
The men covered up ever so cleverly;
(Christ! The brass did come down heavily!)
Beds always made,
Never drunk on parade,
Local sluts out of huts before reveille!
Empire
Women, black, brown, all colours and creeds,
Said the captain, would serve a man’s needs.
Well, what else were they for?
Sluts, or spoils of war,
Or else bought for some trinkets and beads.
Kalgoorlie
The young ladies out there in Kalgoorlie
Mostly act fairly impurely.
Not all are hookers;
In fact, the best lookers
Are just sluts. Some virgins too, surely!