The City's Wild

There, in a place, where air is sparse, Smoke is thick, and light is scarce, Scattered colors that flash and shock Lend but little visibility in the dark. The door up front the large man protects Is where the last of conscience is left, So what’s taken in are intentions lacked Of morals; flesh is the absolute want. With luscious lies, favors are gained, And shows of affection realistically feigned Through silken touch and tight embrace, And minimal dresses of satin or lace. Ladies and gentlemen both lose inhibitions, Civility’s neglected with reckless abandon; Sensual cravings are satisfied When Love’s a commodity— —that can be bought at a price.