TOUTING:

She´s no putana, whore, not lowly slut nor slag,

Not begging you for coin, crumb, nor dressy rag,

She stands on cold street corner, coldly touting,

She´s smiling at you, but never sullen & pouting.

 

You rush by without time, nor even mere glance,

When you pass her, you turn away & look askance,

Trying to ignore the soul within her pleading eyes,

In case she wants something, which you will despise.

 

She´s not touting for sex, doesn´t even wants a man,

She only wants a smile, a word & the offer of a hand,

She stands on the corner, it´s less lonely than at home,

She´s merely touting for friendship & tired of being alone.