Friday night, another weeks hard earned wages,
In pocket and waiting for the evenings festivities,
Gaggles of glittered up women flood the streets,
And provide preview of the game of the evening.

They cram the bars and clubs, a human cattle mart,
The men watch as the drunken bug eyed boys clamber,
Some succeeding, more sent back for lack of age,
The human market sees its first vain bids.

Affection bought by drink or by compliment,
Affection bought by notice and the promise of connection,
A promise of love leads to stranger’s flat or dark back alley,
The act of connection sees fumbled, drunken completion.

In the morning sobriety sees embarrassed exits,
Sex with a stranger in the harsh light of day,
Condoms litter back alleys and float in stranger’s toilet bowls,
The meat market leaves a salty after taste to swallow.