a man in need somewhere
in poverty
can always sell his body &
even his soul if necessary
only to live
down to the basics
of having to eat
a square meal
a lonely lady in opulence
in the middle of his turbulence
makes a sigh
of which the man in dire need
hears and so he comes to her
with both needing each other
for complimentary reasons
they sleep together
inside a room
there they keep on saying that
they love each other
that is love in utility
life in futility
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