Customer Starved Prostitutes
A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …
But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It not being all about receipt of asked bills,
But also about a man not supported with staff,
For no real Eve barricades herself from thrills,
Many going for it, not by a half …
Not quite the hour to start freeing tears
But some moment to entertain normal fears;
Customer – Starved Prostitutes,
Bent on not being mixed up with Destitute!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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