Prostitution Poem by Raimi Babatunde
Prostitution
Some call it "Allawee"
Compensation or gratuity
If you can it appreciation
And I call it "Thanks for coming"
Does it make less of a gamer?
What do you call it?
The money offered after sex
I heard they call it exchange
But everything "Prostitution noo ni"
Cum allowance or sevice charge
It is a service you offered
The Easterners call it "Ego oil"
Sometimes they prefer "Ego ohu"
"Ego come next time"
Insurers call it premium
Bankers call it facility
It can come in phones
Cars, rent or school fees
Ilegality cannot legalise ilegality
The morale not withstanding
Because with postinor allowance
It's welcome to the league
Either way my dear
Prostitution comes in shades
They receive doses of tablets
Take you to the mountain top
All services fully paid for
The sugarcandy comes with a prize
But you've got to pay the prize
You receive the ink ina funky plate
Get to Paris and back
Get laid and paid
You are officially a sex worker
Sex for grade, grade for sex
Sex for employment, sex for promotion
Sex to close deals and gratification
My Dear, you are a prostitute
The oracle have spoken
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5/9/2024 11:19:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
my dear u r a prostitute..... Prostitution is one of the oldest profession. I don't think any female want to be a prostitute. sometimes is the circumstances brings about that desperate solution. I feel sorry for those to use their bodies as commodities to earn income. Sad is their lives.