Miniskirts clinging to hopeful hips

heads shaking in rhythmic madness

waists swaying to anguished drumbeats

cigarette butts fondled by shame-wet lips

Money-agony decorating walls of dream houses

arrogant power poised like the blue moon

strident arms beckoning dawn’s golden boon


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