To Her Girls

Madame Tracy's voice is grim,
"The Johns have left,
probably, never to return again.
Cheating after collecting hints at theft
historically incommensurate as when
all women belonged to tribal denizens
who nover sold a spread for half an hour.
(nor paid taxes as formal citizens).
Desire's a nomad blind to border-wire
and brothel keepers. Unruly sex is the rule.
Fucking works when hunger seems most keen,
which strikes you girls as dismissive gruel.
You chafed full-titted at your dull routine.
Did a flagging sense of boredom stir their flight?
Wealthy Johns don’t simply vanish overnight.