I am surfeited with women
Their streaked faces bore me.
Listened to before,
Wet and bent to implore,
Ask for quarter—
Weak to meet a ghost
When strong they went to seek it—
I do not share in their delight,
Why must they shamble at my door
With secret bills and moist supplication
To bribe me to break the law?
I do and I may,
But for today
I shall leave these painful ladies
To palliate their sins to someone else
Who'll chance their wage.