I volunteered to be an innocent maid

not knowing id be ceramically displayed

in a museum full of distraught horny men

who write expensive checks with a cheap ball point pen

my pure surface out in the craving open

covered in nothing, glimmering like a love token

but this isn’t love, its a lustfull institution

where Im sold to hungry men, who think my body the solution

where are their futile wives?

surely they must be tired of the boundless lies

they sit all alone, making their spotless bed

knowing their husbands only want them for head

drowing their abandonment in murky laundry water

blaming themselves, for what their men do to another woman’s daughter

i hand them my innocence, im unwantingly no longer a virgin

i look both sides, seeing more desperate men emerging

they look at me full with lustful eyes

i wish I didn’t volunteer, I wish I didn’t blindy agree to their lies