I stand on the corner
Watching the crowd go by.
A man walks past me.
He stops
Turns around, and reaches for his wallet
I can feel his eyes search me
Thinking of possible pleasures as he quickly makes up his mind.
He pulls out a worn bill
Reaches furiously for my buttons
I have no say in the matter.
I can only stand on this corner
Wait for him to finish
And lure more customers.
He reaches down below.
It is over in less than a minute.
As he turns to leave, I notice that something inside me is gone.
Satisfied, he goes on his way.
What am I?
Watching the crowd go by.
A man walks past me.
He stops
Turns around, and reaches for his wallet
I can feel his eyes search me
Thinking of possible pleasures as he quickly makes up his mind.
He pulls out a worn bill
Reaches furiously for my buttons
I have no say in the matter.
I can only stand on this corner
Wait for him to finish
And lure more customers.
He reaches down below.
It is over in less than a minute.
As he turns to leave, I notice that something inside me is gone.
Satisfied, he goes on his way.
What am I?