and it all has come to this
poor working girls of the world
lethargic
psuedo sensual
gyrations
to appease
sleepless
pigs
my money is your aim
the way you whisper in my ear
and wherever your hands have
been
your touch is still
feminine
no mind games
no third dates
no humoring of parents
& you get to see it all
but it still has its price
there's no hiding the scar
and now we all know what you've done
and while you try to
tease
and please
i'd ask you up from your knees
and give you all ones you wanted
if you promised to spend it on your son