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I see them peddling sex on every street corner
A panacea for the emotionally wounded sojourner
They expose their wares at the door of their customer’s repose
Brokenness laced with thin pearls of satisfaction
That wears off
That propels the sojourner’s barrels of hunger
Coming back for a bite
Bites that leave teeth with ache,
Brains fizzling with bacteria,
Addictive sexual fantasy
And broken families
So I ask the customer
How much does she cost you?
Just 5 leaves of 1 hundred notes!
And I mark that wrong.