Geisha

I have always wanted to be a prostitute, haven’t you?

I know, there are STDs, HIV and beatings

but oh, it seems so glamorous.

Lazing around all day in your fancy french lingerie.

You would treat your brothel sisters as brethren,

sticking together until the end.

I know that they knew how to bring on menstruation.

Stirring together a witches’ brew

strong enough for two.

I would be in control if I were a prostitute.

Telling what a man can and can’t do,

and them make him pay for it.

Men need prostitutes.

They want to spread their seed around

as many fertile soils as possible.

Were men even supposed to raise children

or just get the women pregnant?

At births, the dad never knows what to do

he feels guilty that the mother of his child

has all that pain to bear.

But what can he do?

It is between the mother and the child.

In Japan, some children were sold

if the family was poor.

She was lucky though,

she got to go to Geisha school.

She would learn all the ways in which

a man likes to be treated.

How to pour tea the most elegant way.

How to do hair and make up.

How to appear innocent to drive up

the price of premiere penetration.

If she was the favorite,

the mother of the house might pass

along the business to her.
she would have servant girls

and an easy life,

her hands would remain delicate.