Las Vegas Fashion Show


He was a cunt-stab
a weasel, a mooch
at the poker table,
bluffing between
whores to survive.

She was the cheapest
whore on that Las Vegas strip
stomping Virginia Slims (and men)
to ash.

He was off limits
to a tramp like her.
Did he ooze down her throat?
Did she his?

Her seduction was a success
and isn’t she proud?
Then again, whores are
always successful
at spreading their legs
for a price and
I hope you both got what
you paid for.

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