A Quick Visit

I wonder, I woe.
A ‘worker’, a hoe.
Carnal, asunder;
Farming and plunder.

I rest, she listens–
Arrest us, forbidden!
Some laughter, some lips,
A transaction: a tip.

So human, yet fake.
So few men will take
a second to hear her;
just sex and a mirror.

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