The exploitation of women

This guy is putting a show of himself. Every hot girl that walks by he has to give a second and third eye. He robs the enjoyment of a woman, just from the look he gives as she walks by. His eyes make model of her as if she is strutting, and the street became a catwalk just for her. That’s when the names come out, the sweetie, yo honey, hey baby he shouts. He buzzes in her ear just to see if she'll turn around. Like, who is talking to me from behind, my face just walked past him but he calls at me from behind.

And that’s the fatal flaw because as she slows her strut and catches his eye, he is making the approach to drench her in game. That “hey whats your name?”. That gimmie game. “Gimmie your number, Gimmie your name.”

He cares not of age or situation, a mother of three answered back when she got the call. “How old is you anyway?” when she turned back and smiled. Twenty seconds later he's saying he'll call.

And it didn’t take half that time to approach another girl as she approached the mall. She led him on a stroll for a little until she peeped a giggle. All cause he told her he liked the way she had a “lil wiggle.” And just like the one before her, he was making promises to her. Saying he would call her.

He did all that work without even wearing a shirt. His pants hung low but his ego stood tall. One hand holding his belt, the other rubbing the tats on his chest.

You'd think he'd have worked for the law, how much he patrolled the streets. But he was a wolf giving a whistle as every night he looked for meat. Just looking at eye candy made him lick his teeth.

All it takes is one of these girls whose bed in tonight I'll sleep.