It’s not for them to know why,
So they don’t.
It’s not for them to question,
So they won’t.
For them, it’s only to obey
The command to come out and play
And entertain you per
Your every want.

They first will don their makeup and
Their slutty best,
To flatter hips and legs and
Show off breasts.
High heels to make their ass all round,
No panties – easier to pound,
Just lift their skirt and fill their mound
As you please.

By one, by two, by three or more,
They arrive.
They file unthinking through the door
And then strive,
To make your every wish come true,

As willing fuck-dolls just for you,

And you, and you, and all who’ve paid
In advance.

The blonde accountant’s now
An eager whore,
The redhead lawyer fucks till

She’s quite sore.
The twins are very, very fun,

The pretty boy’s eager to run
A train of men, because it’s fun
To be full.

 

For even though outside these parties
They have lives,
The Entertainment knows it’s all
Pretty lies.
Their truest selves, they realize
Are when they simply spread their thighs,
And are with hungry, eager sighs
Slaves to lust.