The Auction
The auction began ------------
Black, bronze, yellow and other girls were there,
Only the most lovely and fair.
They were brought in from everywhere.
Shackled,
They formed a human chain.
Baffled,
Their eyes revealed their despair,
And tears their pain.
Mothers separated from daughters,
Their screams of protest were a waste.
They could only watch,
The greedy man take them to be sold.
He took them in haste.
No tears,
The man shouted,
They'll ruin your pretty face.
Welcome to the auction,
Here,
Beauty is a good as gold.
The girls looked at each other and whispered,
This is an awful place.
They came in one by one.
Nude, of course,
They couldn't sell a girl with cellulite.
It wouldn't be right.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a girls bare rump,
SOLD!
The girls sold big,
Some for work,
Others for play.
The auction was a great gig.
Scanty only did it for the pay.
Another day past,
Another bunch of girls sold,
To Scanty, they were merchandise.
I'm sorry if that sounds cold.
One day,
One of the girls came up to the auction block.
She was a beauty, needless to say.
Her loveliness was quite a shock.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
She said,
If you like,
I'll be your, Honey.
Scanty asked,
What's your name?
Her name was, Money.
He was obsessed.
He couldn't let her go.
He bid for his baby.
He bid for her in gold.
In the end,
The auctioneer yelled,
SOLD,
To the man in the front row.
She cost him everything.
He spent all his dough.
He bought his baby.
Now, they'll be together forever,
Maybe?
She ran toward him.
Before they could embrace,
A man in a dark suit got in his face.
Pay me what you owe,
He said.
It was, Bill Due.
He was a business associate,
Scanty once knew.
Scanty said,
Maybe some other time.
I just bought, Money.
I'm broke.
I don't have a dime.
Bill looked Money over,
From head to toe.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
I'll take her off your hands,
Mister Slave Runner.
She'll do just fine.
Your debt is paid in full,
As long as Money is mine.
Scanty said,
Bill, you're out of line.
She means more to me than money.
I'll pay you back somehow.
You can trust me.
Bill laughed.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a guy's bare rump,
SOLD!
Copyright © Joe Lopez | Year Posted 2012
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