Cold cake will never sell
When in the street she has given
The good taste of her sweetest pops
With the trade she has set up
She is not hawking
But customers come in numbers
For she has a good shape
And a body you cannot escape
They give you beautiful bodies
And you sell your morals
Moaning like camels
Who succumb to honey bees
Accepting to lay in bed
She becomes a bought person
Not because she sells sex
But because she is selling her humanity
Soon beauty cries
And marriage calls
Dignity has faded away
Her person has become a nonentity
Now cold cake can never sell
©samsam
S