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The sun embarks at the end of the day,
and midnight goddesses come out to play.
Down the street and corner parking lot,
juxtaposing for their territory spot.

Smiles and winks as they try to please,
sizing you up to sell their sleaze.
Garments but rags that barely conceal,
they show off their wares that to men do appeal.

Your morals are lost as you turn a blind eye,
you don't even question or ask yourself why.
You lose yourself as intimacy is abashed,
sorrow and pity as your esteem becomes trashed.

An ageless profession of selling the deed,
all for the want of money and greed.
And as the sun breaks and its position restored,
this ritual will repeat again and evermore.