She wears sneakers and

Uses the back streets

Dark alleys cover her tracks.

Its like the days of

Prohibition only without the

Tommy guns and as

The first bit in any book on

Economics is

Demand and supply and

They're crying out for her

Services the price is steep.

She sees a police car but it

Zooms off, a false alarm,

This is nerve-racking but a buzz and

She is pulled through the doorway by

Desperate hands even

Before she gets her mask on.

Relief is etched in every face

Or would be if she could see it but

Who to serve first?

They all cry: "Me!"

She says to herself: "they'd pay even more

If I was cheeky"

She opens the case and gets out her

Scissors