Indignant languages mumbled by girls with heartbreak
Nothing amiss in their hairstyles and pain and spirits plummeting
Offer lessons that brood in recesses of minds torn by bald facts of eternal strife
And other official disclaimers renouncing their births
Chauffeurs of wrecks mended by backyard mechanics
Round up thrill seekers swelling in mini-skirt parades with sound tracks of duplicity
Corrupting virgins with vain prospects of orgasms and credit
In kind of stale biscuits and yoghurt to bolster confidence in debauchery
Swirling sentimentality wrapped in song arouses overdue lusts
Rhymed gestures by drunken dancers are a business here among the ruins
As slim breasted concubines fighting over ciders tumble groped by perverts
And born-agains with contempt for prayer and climaxes of their failures
Like outworn instruments of pleasure bitterly they transmute their disarming agony
With more cunning and seduction for marauders of taverns taking inebriated refuge
Plotting against their admirers and attractive corpses sprawled on mattresses
Pinching pockets and socks for notes and jewels for later day saints
Yet many are crowned with mundane consolations stroking hearts
Festering sparks of youth faded into distractions for their shrivelling souls
Some blossoming into insults for the pure in fortune and unfaded looks
But accepting defeat in museums of infidelities crowded by funerals and games
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