Young Tarts, Old Farts

Young tarts with painted faces
and breasts of plastic mold
take the arms of wealthy men
and do as they are told.

Cold cash is the temptation
that strips the conscience bare.
For momentary pleasure
the trollop shreds her care.

Old farts with bulging bellies
and heads of toupee grass
take the arms of prostitutes
and act a silly ass.

Hot flesh is their temptation
that strips their conscience bare.
For momentary pleasure
the male-trick shreds his care.

Young, hot flesh and old, cold cash
play their respective roles.
Young tarts exchange their bodies.
Old farts exchange their souls.