For a dollar

short satirical poem from a wife to her husband.

You are lonely tonight?
My legs are closed up tight.
Close the door, you can't see!
Honey, I am not free.


Want to fuck?
Find a buck.
Find a dollar.
I’ll make you holler.

Spread my knees?
Dollar please.
Forget the flowers,
I now charge by the hour.

Feel my heat,
Just don’t be cheap.
For two dollars,;
you’ll hear me holler.


-- I'll still yell at you for free --