his streets were murky,
dense with gaunt men,
from each of his pores, over-stimulus bled.
each woman, a harsh exaggeration of the figure eight.
each laugh, heightened to a pitch inaudible
to the Mothers and their daughters,
though, they saw all.
he swallowed them whole, saw them raw in flesh,
he beckoned, they obliged, without question.
he shuddered, and a dozen more alike fell from the sky.
a local screamed " THE CITY OF SIN",
their full, fat bellies bounced,
as they cheered at this statement.
He created the wrath of a beast,
sweet with sugar coating and a sticky center.
With empty pockets, empty hearts,
from which he sought all,
they boarded the train to cleanse their souls.
Apologized to their wives and daughters,
and cried like newborns, stripped bare.
