The First Pimp

All the weight of the world was on her shoulders
From traveling for water
To looking for wood
that was becoming scarcer and scarcer

Finally coming upon what she considered a honey hole
She wondered why no one had found this spot before
Plenty of wood and water for the collecting
But upon closer inspection she found a lone inhabitant

He claimed it all for self
There were men of her clan that could easily best him
And then claim all that he owned
But in the most seductive voice he invited her to sit

Spend the while with him and listen to a poem
She sat with him though she didn't know him
He spoke of the pains of being a slave
Of toiling all day caring for a cave

He spoke of being dragged off to bed
Why were we not compensated for being dragged to bed
She looked around his lair at the pottery and wares
The paintings on the wall, the cleanliness of body and hair

There was more food here than the clan possessed
She wanted to leave but she was obsessed
She asked why are you not with a clan
Surely the possessor of so much should rule a clan

He went into a spill that went far back
Of how he was once a clansman but came under attack
He said the men were mad because he wasn't a hunter
He was smooth at tongue so they called him a Cunter

Though he wouldn't hunt, he wouldn't collect
The women of the clan he did collect
Soft and silky he spoke into their ear
They built him this lair and dared anyone to come near

His wood was collected, his food was stored
There was a young Dino outside that he always rode
She gave him her possessions, she even swore to bring more
She had just dedicated herself to the life of a whore