The Call

It’s party time tonight, with bacon and pork chops,
cheese and beer, all overflowing oozing out of the mouth.

Enjoying wine with kurkure or fish fried.
Men grow nastier with every passing minute.

Wanting more of you, for you are a random noone
Here just for the money and the labor.

 With condoms handy and few pills if needed
they rust you until you pleaded.

For you are here only for the call.