Seen and Raised

Daddy was a gambling man, 

He loved the turn of a card,

A table full of bets and bills,

And promissory notes by the yard.

When he'd win, he'd take the cash,

To fund his whiskey and beer,

But I was his only real asset,

To keep him free and clear.

Momma left us years ago,

I was left the home to keep,

And look after my baby brother,

While Daddy built our troubles deep.

So when he had no more green,

His credit took me a shine,

A menu list of services,

Written up for him to sign.

The tariff would start at a ten,

To serve them naked drinks,

And fifteen would see my dance,

To encourage men near to brinks.

I would be so well touched,

For just a mere old twenty,

And for only another five,

I would be fingered rough aplenty.

Splattered jerks were popular,

For a debt of thirty bucks,

And for not a whole lot more,

A mouthful of distasteful sucks.

I'm sure Daddy would often lose,

Because he sought a happy view,

Of his daughter in sordid peril,

Pleasing all of his gambling crew.

And look what they all could win,

On offer for such a good price,

A tight and ripe young body,

To be ridden on the roll of a dice.

But the tightest of all prizes,

Raised the highest of all stakes,

Aces sting breathlessly high,

In satisfied triumph the winner rakes.

Daddy was a gambling man,

Addicted to the taboo rush,

Selling his blood and flesh,

For the joy of their phallic flush.