He has many precious goods to sell,
Lust, greed and dirty emotions to tell,
Of the slippery road leading to hell;
Billboards wanted, I will pay very well.
The flesh as signpost I prefer most,
Especially when shown on the street,
Anyone to offer a flesh signpost?
Fame you'll get as you promote lust.
Expose muscles I'll love you much,
Cuts on skirts to show some flesh-
Mini skirt to make a heart crash,
Breasts exposed inviting a touch.
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