laughing when no joke is cracked
parading her shrivelled wares
with her broken English
a laughing stock in the bar
cadging a beer from all around
this hungry and salivating huntress
nauseated by her sordid ways
parading her flaccid wares
there are no takers here
the shame of it like a sore thumb
parading her pretended sophistication
and her heavily painted wrinkled face
there are no takers for her unattractive wares
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