Night goers walk
in search for night pleasure
not for tonight
I am here focusing
the up-side-down
eye-catching lights
the lights in Cubao
dancing in rhythmic harmony
among the passing cars
from leisure arousal peak
of beer and good time lusts
and the drunk tires tirelessly
zooms under my footed overpass bridge
chasing definitely for their
untimely death waiting ahead
then seductive lass
around 15 so fresh by night
full of red lips
winking alluring eyes
hunting easy money in lieu
for a short-time ecstasy
with her prostituting public flesh
and burning desire around Aurora-
Cubao inn
I refuse
I am ashamed to appear that
lewd moment on my next
paper scandalous story
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