The Unchanged Fate

Frustration enclosed you from every angle,
In a hurry to release that irritation,
Free your nerves from the tension,
You rush into the building with annoyance.
A bundle of notes rolled in your pocket.
Money, the only thing you have earned so far,
Is your support system.
You pay the money and find your way to her room.
She is dressed as usual,
Her heart is bandaged.
You don't care about paying any heed to it.
This is a deal and will remain so.
Succumbing to your demand,
She begins to profess her interest in you,
That bloody wealth you possess;
Has ruined her health inside out.
An hour passes by,
She lays naked on the bed.
The same you who was insulting her a while ago,
Is now desperate to come back to her tomorrow.
Physically a little tired and mentally relieved,
You make an exit from her chronically untidy room.
Not a single person will point a finger at you.
The world knows that you are a model of rectitude.
"These prostitutes are characterless."
Stereotypes will remain stagnant,
Upholding delusions consistently.

©songbriti