Prostitution Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

with the woman selling black market

standing near the road side

buyers comming to and fro

sleeping in a procrustean bed

there the oldest proffession

there always on a promise

they prop up the bar always

they go on public

on in the public eye

they do not have a pudding club

they do not fine it as a pulling teeth

there the oldest proffession

hope i do not marry one

they do the business with joy and sorrow