in the house of vagrants

 

in the midst of a city

coated in mysticism

where the vagrants stay

and the children play

we devour our existence

baron and susceptible

ghetto-slum virginity

 

the bordello queen

is trite with laughter

and her servants

seer the feeble misunderstood

the scholar of Pluto

consumes spirits

for nectar wine

while the elite gorge in vain

and look on with disdain.