Pay & Learn

Mistook illicit food
He did not balk
Forsook solicitude
Services rendered by the clock
The night spilled like ink
We did not talk
The lights begin to drink the shadows from
the streets down which we walk
Indifference? Or bored?
I could not say
Abstinence ignored
Pay and learn I always say
A pocket hides a stash,
a clip full of bills,
a wad of cash
that greases the tills
Emotions hidden away -◊- That’s a good girl
The only game she can play -◊- And you do it well
Who would guess that your pillow was stained by tears?
His body conceded its yield -◊- That’s a good boy
A loveless encounter appealed -◊- And you did it well
Who would guess that your actions were strained by fears?
Heels click as they fall
He turns away
Feels sick for tasting all
forbidden fruit that drops along his way