Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she <br /> married a corporation lawyer who picked her from <br /> a Ziegfeld chorus. <br />Before then she never took anybody's money and paid <br /> for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing <br /> and dancing. <br />She loved one man and he loved six women and the <br /> game was changing her looks, calling for more and <br /> more massage money and high coin for the beauty <br /> doctors. <br />Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, <br /> reads in the day's papers what her husband is <br /> doing to the inter-state commerce commission, requires <br /> a larger corsage from year to year, and wonders <br /> sometimes how one man is coming along with <br /> six women.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soiled-dove/
