I turn away, shambolic.
Don\'t make first moves, afraid of filling her,
lots of hers, with my disappointments.
She approaches, \"shy, baby?\"
My tongue a twisted tangle, my head bowed,
murmurs gripping my mouth.
My shaking head a lie.
These dark corners, shadows circling
streetlamps, the light dim.
She says, \"feel these.\"
\"How much,\" I ask.
\"Full treatment, package, $400. I\'m
no cheap slut.\" she says.
\"Okay,\" I respond and think, \"This is why
no girlfriend.\"
After we fuck, I leave the
money on the nightstand.
Another wasted night.
But I feel better for a while.
Time to continue the hunt.
Shameless, I know. Guity, yep.
It\'s addictive.
They\'re ladies for taking care
of guys like me.
Politicians, now those are
the whores.