Ornery odalisques slide like ice skaters around satyr-painted minarets
Dressed in lusty reds, netted legs which could catch fish
Rich, horny patrons sleeping still
Payment bedside locker pockets
Funds doctor trip, unguents parts poxed.
Posterior (arse) parted, factory o’farts, palsied arsehole’s prick
Never trust mans’ lips, they will sail ships to find you
But twist your mind, lie to defy you, look behind you
Find a knifewound, they wait until your womb cannot sustain life anymore
Then trot off with some younger whore profess adoring
A piquant particle of his mid life sequence, that yawnsome article
Paramour she now his once-prim quiff is thinning, nay, no more at all.
Many secrets harbouring, she will never be hard up for bargaining pieces
Listening to cushion chatter
Primates, princes, men of influence and ceaseless means
Who own and mean business.
Alchemisland 
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