The Prostitute

The sun goes to sleep The night bring its blessings All sort of palava duely peep To gossip and chat with earnings Impulses push conviction aside Just a drink or two Will have them chase like flies Need not be for introduce or justify An engagement will have it tied Quite affordable you know the price Put it in between then last your will For the movement long lost meaning Without blame on the situation With the mind left to decide So insulted so misjudged So cursed for every action done But as soon as it falls again They will run back here in terrible haste