One More, Gentlemen?

Cake yourself, strumpet;
Zip boots say more
Than a lifetime of sharing
Bed linen ever could.
Such a fine disguise
Invites plaudits.
Come, let us size up
Your thighs like prize
Greyhounds, rate and weigh.

We will allot you a rank.
We will treat you accordingly.
High ranks get fingered.
Lower ranks may watch
If they cover their faces.
Do not let yourself
Get fat and ruined!
Your fears and ideas are a ribbon
Round the trough.

Swabbing blood from your ringpiece,
Dabbing Preparation H round your piles,
Try to think of positive things:
A man at the top of a mountain
A smiling Somalian child
Or a lot of roses.