How could this be
I have never received any passion
When having to pay a fee
Stick in the probe
Reactivate that part of the brain
When the heart beats rapid, unrelated to fear
The world becomes sane
There are passions
And actions
And fashions
And reactions
Passions
Demand nothing
While For Sale
Requires a buyer or sting
Those so worried about prostitution
Ought to be concerned
More for the loneliness
Of how that money was earned
The Great Greta Garbo
Sullenly said “I want to be alone”
From the silly smoke of a fashioned cigarette holder
Perhaps there is a passion in being known
It is as if there is a step missing
Of what to do next
There are only vague directions
Keeping us vexed.
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