Our professionalism is natural.
We give rare and precious gems
On a platter of gold.
We sell our art
And bank on our flesh.
Once money is involved,
We get you rock hard
Only to have you dissolved.
We work with time
Not the tick-tock,
But the bed time.
When we help extract ores from cores
And deeper in us they’ve bored,
We’re treated like Kore
But once they’ve been eased of their bulge
We become gore – a whore.
We give you pleasure
From the leftovers of our treasures.
There’s never a second chance,
If under pressure you lose your stance.
If we ever find our way to the Vatican
With our dome we’d leave the pope vortical.
*EK TiGER inked Whorepistle*