A song
The world for a whore! The sky for a harlot! All life at your door For a woman of scarlet! A bitter exchange? A bad bargain to strike? it May seem to you strange The fact is -- I like it! You offer me gold Place, power and pleasure To have and to hold -- Inexhaustible treasure! I'll give it and more In this planet of boredom For a girl that's a whore And is proud of her whoredom! Aleister Crowley (1875-1947)