She lies breathing in front of them,
Hypocrite master, scavenger men,
Her soul thrashed with every thrust,
Hiding ache behind shadowy mirth.
Lips Rosy to please their hormones,
Breast stiff to raise their testosterone,
Or anything with a vagina is enough,
They just need a hole to make it work.
His humanity is dripping with his release,
And he justifies this by giving her a fees,
Cost for a starving belly is too much to pay,
bartering her soul with them everyday.
She is a whore, a drab,a cunt, a hooker,
"She is a sin", says her regular customer,
Man, demeaning her,goes home and sleep with his wife,
She, painting her lips pink, wait for other men, cursing her life.