REFLECTIONS

Reflecting for a moment on her date,
(again, a paying punter who was feeling
her tits while she was staring at the ceiling)
she saw a fly succumbing to its fate.

Her mind (not on the job) began to feel
empathy for its struggles in a thread
of choking silk; she trembled on the bed
(the client flattered into greater zeal)

A sullen object now for old man's love,
she harried him into an early ending;
(good value yet for all that he was spending);
then squashed the spider gorging up above.

  — Jim Hayes