The Casting Couch
Seventy-five and still going strong
Boasting his penchant for rating a thong
Old head on old shoulders wishing for luck
Using his chutzpah to push for a suck:
Elderly pig, wanting firm and young flesh
Romance and lust but with somebody fresh
Offering infamy as his sole bargain
Sure, she won’t dare drawing down the old curtain
That which would sever her last claim for fame
Should she so dare he is willing to maim
Second Proposition
Strange how repetitive fortune can be
The first one was never so easy to see
But this time the message was clear and so cold
The bargain was: either comply or be sold
Another Variety
Mostly those people with power are subtle
They pull on the strings and thus, making you scuttle,
You never take in what they carry in mind
You must pay for the jobs that you do, but in ‘kind’
Maybe it takes you some time to consider
But make one mistake and the upshot is bitter
Revenge or oblivion always transpires
Don’t wonder at all re the crossing of wires.
If you find you’re trapped with your hair in a mailbox
No reason, my friend, for climbing a soapbox
Divulging the sickness won’t heal any rift
It merely must warn any would-be to drift
Escaping the casting couch is a rare talent
And unwary people slip into abasement
But this doesn’t mean you must give up the fight
Make sure that your bark isn’t worse than your bite
Only so you can surely prevent all that grief
Unaware of the dangers you’ll find this path brief
A career must be nurtured: don’t let in any thief
Take warning, my dear, and turn a new leaf
From ‘Wimps and Pimps’
© HMH 2015
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