Tarry for new opening hours
for men with rough hands [a
bulk discount for a fat one?] –
& once all sperm is shot they
are no more in love & lust is
as flaccid as a used condom –
& did she demand her rubber
barrier with everyone? As his
cock limps ‘gainst her looser
skin she recalls lost onces [&
‘pon-a-times] & dignity weeps
with each new cock’s eye – In
her head she’s so shy – & time
retires as soft memories fade
[cruelty is now her necessity]
& a neighbour whispers that a
princess has tipped her [fake]
tiara at too many non-princes
& her kingdom has come – We
will see one high & mighty fall
& other lines are added to her
gossipy biography [& still she
opens for fat men for favours]