Babylon
O alas, thy children are whores
Though there be the rare exception
Lust exudes from dewy pores
So it was from their conception
Fie say I, you say to me
All in hell and yet too free
If so they’d drool and spit and swill
But none I know does this at will
Ah, sweat and blood and tears all three
I saw them on their knees in plea
Cry naked save for filigree
Buy me buy me buy me buy me
Nay, “ay me!” the quote, thy quoth wrong
And give not doubt where doubt is due
When thus your eyes and ears err long
Methink you wished they knelt ‘fore you!