A tumble on the crimson sheets,
With feral hunger lips meet,
A swig of whiskey,
A sip of wine,
After they do things,
Those aren’t in line.
A cheap motel,
A one night stand,
Voluptuous brunette or curvy red head,
After you pay them
They are great in bed.
A substitute is what you desire,
To throw off your unjustified ire,
In the shadows of dark night,
You do things, that you can’t do in light.
A vicious animal,
Hungry male you are,
Taking chunks of
Heady prostitutes art.
Every night in these rooms,
You betray your wives,
Laugh at marriage vows,
The coming together of your lives.
But again the morning comes,
You cloak yourselves,
In the civilized garbs
Of sincere human animals………………….
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I would like to translate this poem
A substitute is what you desire, To throw off your unjustified ire, In the shadows of dark night, You do things, that you can’t do in light. True. Hope you'll have time to write something on the other side of the coin too.