Gold-Digger Sonnet Poem by David Welch

Shall I compare a summer's day to thee
in an effort to make lust seem profound,
you're hot, wanted, and can make men sweaty,
but is it worth it when the sun goes down?

Paying so much to go out on the town,
at the nicest restaurants you have to eat,
vacation at the ritziest sports around,
reveling in being looked at as meat.

Knowing what you command with your beauty,
hoping to bring the high-bidders in close,
living the high life until you've drained me,
then to the next man you so swiftly go.

You're hot, but you are a pain-in-the-neck,
is it really all worth it just to get sex?