Streams Of Strumpets And Their Souses Poem by John Sensele

In skimpy sleeveless tops, strumpets
In rows teeming with lust blow trumpets
Snatching bucks from souses
Who snap them into sleazy houses

To partake of carnal commerce
Which by guile they rehearse
Metamorphosing one souse into a cadaver
Drowning in his pesky palaver

Where knowing not if he lived or died
The souse blinded by puny pride hung tied
To stairs of flesh flex
Unaware of harlots' hex

That robs the souse of his thinking cap
In view of the judgment void and gap
In a hot head gone asinine
With the bitterness of cunning quinine

The souse saliva swallows
The souse his life breath blows
Knocking out his brain
As his mind soaks in ribald rain

Flying like a rocket to his gauche grave
Having opted to grow into the knave
Strumpets exploit
In shadows of premises of Deloitte.