in your bossom fashion sleeps
to moarn for haedless jealous
heartless creeps

as tight as light
penetrating through
the night

you buy and sell
your lovers thighs
for better payed
on whom you laid
was known for long ago to all
as no much than
just a mortified soul

and you
so light
angrier than fright
faster than a headless child

you shall sell her childhood
to the first highest bidder
whom you
shall approach
from hell.