Flesh, Flesh, Flesh..... Poem by felix lama

long live your liberty,
are you an island? ?
you say, u have the liberty to sell your body
out of lust, desire, what else....
thoughts of flesh, smell of flesh
i am no monk nor a perfect human
please no sermons of morality
you love your self and sell yourself
the great prostitute dilemma or the liberal mantra
liberty, choice and freedom, only for u? ? ?
i am none to stop you, go sell the flesh
come back to me when you find your soul
the very understanding of the creation - you are body and soul,
flesh and mind. stop yelling flesh, flesh, flesh
and cry loud if you have tears left