Robert Uy Poet Rhyme

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.

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