Sack (20.vii.1987)

You can't sell men any more.
Not so long ago, a man was money.
If you could capture four,
you were on the pig's back, no baloney.

And if you took a score,
you'd fairly drown in milk and honey,
with wives enough to pave the floor
and more kids than a nest of coneys.

Even women weren't too bad.
A brace were worth a Spanish horse,
more, if they were nobly bred,
or fairly pretty, blonde, or Norse.

But that's all over now. The new
rules mean the men go ape.
They mostly kill the women, too,
but save the choicer ones to rape.