Self Knowledge

There was a nifty pleasure wench
Wide sprawling on a public bench;
The sun shone warm, the day was bright––
She would not work today 'til night!

Soon came some dapper would-be pimp;
The wench perceived him and went limp.
The sun shone warm, she'd work for free,
That straggling bum was destiny!

"Come, sweetie, see me, ain't no shirk;
Whenever pummeled, I shall work!"
That imp ignored her, such an irk,
Went slouching somebench else, poor jerk.

"You dopey swell, ain't but a wench –
Why then not slouch on one same bench?"
––"The day's so bright, and life's so short,
Don't think that matches should consort."

The wench: "So stew in your own slop!"
–– "Our wishes dovetail…" thought the fop.
The sun shone less, a cloud urged by,
The boy cast up his shadowed eye.

February 26, 2008