The Oldest Game

She ends each text with an x,

While he, with a world weary smile

Does the same.

It’s the oldest game

Around they say.

Some Feminists may frown

But the men still pay.

 

 

The women pay to,

But in a different way.

Some girls play a part

And retain their heart.

But each party pays,

And all loves and lusts

Are but endless dust.