The women he'd collect for hire,
Know how to stoke his fire....
Get him to pay
Any old way,
Make him out to be the liar!
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If he stuck to one or two,
There'd be money enough to squeak through....
Old flames left behind'
By the flashier kind
Suffer their fate so cruel.
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Then when money runs out,
Price increase is what's about....
Negotiated price
Just won't suffice,
pleasure hopes drain out!
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Played upon by vanity,
The buyer is swept out to sea...
Friends by his lust
Are left in his dust,
Most vanish conveniently!
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The moral of this story told,
Play with moral fire---get rolled---
It's over your head
Trying to fill your bed
With dreams that quickly turn cold!
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Jonathan Caswell
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