Child Of The Night Poem by Oluwakeji Daniel Onabajo

Lean small creatures,
out and roaming the streets of Vegas,
tiny legs on slip-on heels
clacking against the ground,
causing the misters to go on heat.

Dolls on a wealth of peroxided hair,
caked in thick make-up
with bright red lips,
tightly pursed in determination.

Wearing rings studded with diamonds
and precious stones on both hands,
brooches and gold chain nested in rolls
on her costly white lace bolero
and all in black, a gaudy finery.

At the latter portion,
leaning on a pole near the doorway,
veteran actors on stage
striving for an eye-catching look,
under a street lamp hardly giving light
soliciting a classy clientele.

A couple of silver bullets,
free coupons and tickets,
some loose change here and there,
for the tarts at Vegas