********* HARLOTRY AND THE MARKET FORCES ***********
The day has gone to bed, the eyes of the night flick open to
stare at the black blanket stained by spangled stars.
Distant sisters wear make-up on their faces to take up the
trade at the market forces of harlotry.
They paint their cold eyes and gloss rouge over lips that
pout a beckon.
A dash of fragrance clings unto their skin and skimpy skirts,
escorting them as they sway and sashay into the streets. Vermilion talons at
the ready to bore holes and trap the blood and sweat in Messrs Randys’ wallets.
Over breezy miles across a sleepy town, distant brothers
rise up(and they rise up with their masters too) to demand lust at the night
market of supply.
The hypocritical world with horse whips for tongues, lashes
the Supply at the market. They don't know her story, yet they tell it in
corners, before assemblies and on tabloids.
Without Demand, will there be Supply? Doesn't a rise
in Demand lead to an increase in Supply?
If Demand becomes responsible and makes himself unavailable,
would Supply supply herself to Supply?
If a fall in demand leads to a fall in supply, imagine a world
where demand for harlotry is non-existent.
Yet, two holes on one double speaking body speak opposite
languages. The hole in the head, slaps a lip over incisors onto the other lip,
to utter self-righteous, pseudo saintly obscenities against the pleasure supply
merchants.
And then, in the dark,
and in corners,
and in clandestine red light rooms.
when eyes are turned away,
the hole that protrudes
from the waist seeks the Supply’s succulent southern lips to empty a flow of
that which he left unsaid. What a well-fed, well-clad, shiny faced piece of
hypocrisy.
For the Supply stained society to be sane again, there must
be a deliberate death of Demand. At least the laws of the market forces imply
so.
Written by- KUNLE OMOPE.
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