I stand under a street light,
a vandalized one, a dark night.
The garbage stench poisons my nose,
I wave away thirsty mosquitoes.
across the street, the other side,
a man walks, stride after stride.
a woman whispers "hey babe ...honey! "
The man stops, negotiates and walks away,
with her. For a night of raunchy endeavors
And a few coins, for her needs and cares.
I painfully count, "the fifth one
And the week is not yet gone"
My heart hurts, I take a deep breath,
then I curse Cupid, and wish him a quick death.
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