This Is My Secret

Ha! Tell me to be patient? Words won't feed
The belly nor the baby; so I must
Suck old git's seed and sell self; who will heed
Another dirty secret? Yes, that dust
Will settle again soon - I don't do drugs
And will not steal a thing - Okay! I fence
Your pleasure for your treasure; once one shrugs
The dress off, pulls the shorts down, innocence
Will flee from thoughts of perverts every night;
But, after all, I very rarely sleep
With them, because I cannot bear the sight
Of shrivelled flesh; once they're done, I just keep
My mind on that next punter, who can shunt
More pounds for purse and more limp dick for cunt.