The street is lined with pretty girls,

in micro skirts and cheeky curls.

They look at every passing car.

Bobbing and peering.

 

Behind them lurk their pimping men.

Waiting 'til they've scored, and then,

seizing all their paltry gains.

Far from endearing.

 

Suited men in lavish cars,

cruise around by seedy bars.

Eying up each girl in turn.

Drooling and leering.

 

He cranes his head in semi dark.

Selecting one before the park.

Clipping kerb as he pulls up.

Rocking the steering.

 

They talk about the business deal.

What she'll do, and how he'll feel.

Happily they set the price.

Laughing and cheering.

 

Short journey to a lonely plot.

He pays, and strips her on the spot.

She rapidly begins the job.

Bucking and rearing.

 

It's over, in a sudden flash.

He's angry at his waste of cash,

and grabs her by the throat.

Cringing and fearing.

 

 

She's found and then identified.

A few regret that she has died.

They come to say their last farewell.

Sadly revering.

 

The punter has his day in court,

regretting only that he's caught.

Claims he's blameless, not his fault.

Lying and sneering.

 

The judge who sends him down for life,

expresses sadness for his wife.

As crowds outside, bay for his blood.

Taunting and jeering.

 

The girls are still along the street,

standing at their usual beat.

Working as they always did.

Bobbing and peering.