Girls from ghettos
In cheap
Stilettos
Keep
The numbers of regulars on their mobile.
And, when down on their luck
Will text, or phone
And say, to men who are alone,
“Let me make you smile.
Come and feed a duck.
And lonely men reach for bread
For the duck
Must be fed
‘Ere a man’s need
For spilled
Seed,
Can be fulfilled.