When the pimps charmed him
to pass time till morning
in the haven near the bus-station,
he walked in hanging his head.
He was swooped down by
a glamorous galaxy of stars.
The shining moon he avoided;
the twinkling star he ignored;
he escaped from a Venus fly-trap
and never he stared at pubescent girls.
But a starlet with a despairing glance
touched his heart and courted him.
After some tearful moments of sharing words,
he brought her out of the den,
paying what they demanded
and tied the holy cord around her neck.
She gave birth to two daughters
and they were super-stars in their classes.
A cyclonic desire for comforts
pulled that sybarite to the portals of porn.
He admonished her to turn back.
But she began to brainstorm his daughters
to peep into the rituals of the venal world.
Sleep bade him bye and he bade bye to patience.
He sent his children to his mother's care.
Before the virulence of that vice