manet's olympia

i am a prostitute, it's clear
take a look, all the clues are here

the maid, the cat, the body hair

i am a new kind of beauty
i've never been seen before

at least not here on canvas

of my profession, he does not care

my master gives me to you and with bated breath you stare

apostle of ugliness!

that's what the critics will say

until they find themselves alone with me, those masters of domain

they'll stare long and hard with bated breath, and here i shall remain

so take me, take me, take me now! my body is your glue

and that which lives right up my stairs, you'll nary have a clue

you don't seriously think i'm lying here in the dark do you?

my eyes are wider than yours, my mind is bigger than your growing desire

so fill yer boots up buddy, get a good look now buddy

my master gives me to you and with bated breath you stare