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gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

call girls, rent boys, hookers, hos

Call girls, rent boys, hookers, hos,
are, as everybody knows,
what makes the world go round since BC,
as well as AD. New York, DC,
and surely Sacramento too,
although it’s further from our view,
and London, Paris, Brussels, Rome,
are where sex workers choose to roam,
because they fill the politicians’
needs, and loosen inhibitions
of Wall Street men and CEO’s
of corporations with a nose
for sex-for-money. Men who’re wealthy
consider sex with them more healthy
than sex with other women whom they link
up with, till giving them a pink
slip. Dismissing them can cost
much more, once theyt feel they’ve been crossed,
than sex for free, as Oscar Wilde
observed mistakenly––he went to gaol,
enamored not just of one male,
but of the rent boys who’d extort
his money, as they found in court;
this cost him more than love for Bosey,
far more poetic and less prosy.
Paying money for sex service
ought to make the clients nervous,
but yet today most men who’re caught
with hos and hookers whom they’ve bought
get off scot free, without rebuke,
despite laws of the Pentateuch,
because we generally have pity
on them, providing they choose pretty
call girls, hookers, hos and boys.
The ones who’re paid are not killjoys
like mistresses who tend to turn
like worms, and make their lovers burn
once they’re abandoned, so to pay
upfront is really the best way
to go, and if not bargain quite,
a safer way to spend the night,
unless you’re famous and the press
gets wind, and causes major stress.
My own advice is choose good lookers
as wives, and stay away from hookers,
although it hardly has been easy,
as I’ve already said, since BC;
Right till our era which is AD,
avoid all ladies who are shady,
like hookers and a girl who rents
her services to horny gents.

Submitted: Sunday, August 23, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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  • Steven S (8/27/2009 1:26:00 PM)

    Well... tis true... silly adults bend themselves all out of shape because of the interconnection of one body with an other.

    The money paid to 'professionals is not for the sex... it is so that they will leave when the sex is over'... forget who said that. (Report) Reply

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