Shereen's Ghazal

A whore, I've this to tell: men want my cunt.
I travel the Silk Road and sell my cunt.

I lay down nights here under the vast sky.
Under the ice of stars, unveil my cunt.

Persians, Turks, and Arabs flock to me.
One joy unites this clientele: my cunt!

Christians, Zoroastrians make the pilgrimage.
They worship me, rush pell-mell to my cunt.

Soldiers, camel-men, rich merchants, come.
See how they all grovel before my cunt.

I walk the mountains and endure dust storms.
I'm quite the belle--men love my pretty cunt.

Under the wagon, lamps burn, money clinks.
I'm laughing, rich as hell--my golden cunt!

by David Landrum