STREET TALK <br /> <br />You are a greedy little wretch it's true <br />still you have charisma of a type <br />to pale the women of the straights into the shade <br />perhaps that's why their husbands seek you out <br />with staring eyes and sweaty hands <br />bored with bland confection? <br />There was the reverend gentleman last week <br />who came to talk to you of sin <br />but stayed to prove that man is mortal <br />you thought it quaint and laugh <br />your eyes look sad though dear <br />twenty is isn’t old enough to care so little. <br /> <br />That job-training scheme you tried <br />you shouldn't have shouted, ‘I'm a whore.' <br />When asked what you could do. <br />Even if it did remind you <br />of the welfare homes and Borstal <br />where you were trained by the girls. <br /> <br />How considerate of our masters <br />to provide a pool of talent <br />for those who will follow on <br />the system ensuring well-washed hands <br />good intention with an outcome <br />guaranteed by pious fools. <br /> <br />No dear, ¬ I'm not trying to take a rise.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-talk/
