Floozie

Jack steps out with the fall of night
Corners her in the alleyway
She grins and puts up little fight
A floozie disinclined to pray

He appreciates a willing slut
An eye upon her naked throat
But still remains adverse to cut
A woman who is quick to gloat

She lowers down upon her knees
Takes his member between her lips
She sucks until she's sure to please
Until his twisted reason slips

Then Jack picks up his Gladstone bag
Vanishes into the London mist
His taste for blood begun to lag
But there are others on his list.