Skin Trade

Working on the weekend baby. She’s working all through the night. A jump into the deep end gave her The evidence she required. Takes five; she’s got pearls. Don’t fake it when it comes to making money. So she smiles. But that’s cruel. If you know what she thinks If you knew what she was after. Sometimes she wonders And she laughs in her frustration.        Would someone please explain     The reason for this strange behaviour.     In exploitation’s name    We must be working for the Skin Trade.         Doctors of the revolution gave us The medicine we desired. Besides being absolutely painless It’s a question of compromise. They got steel. So cool to get angry at the weekend And go back to school. So big deal; it’s what rules. When it comes to making money Say yes please; thank you. Sometimes you wonder and ask yourself the question.