As I journey my nite life as The Midnite Cowboy, roaming the streets into the limelights in such places like The Midnite Inn and another known as Cool Box, I've come to a simple conclusion of the lives these young girls and women who came from far away distant land as visitors. They conquer and made this their promise land. And so they thought in their dreams but it ain't easy! Still, it's their high risk livelihood anyway! My following poem briefly depicts one of such stories......
He thought you always wanted him as a friend,
And you assured him that you would mend,
But then it's tough for you to amend,
When all you care most is how he would spend!
You try and try all that you can,
And you'd lead him on till the very end,
If all you dream of is to make your nights grand,
Then in what way can all this lead to a promise land?
Your work concerns many many fans,
They come and go after each blend,
It seems they are just giving you a helping hand,
But still you lead them on and keep them in suspense!
All that comes are none other than men,
Who'd just fill up your pockets and your bank,
In your mind you are thinking of how much home you'd send,
How would you cope with all that you need to attend?
Life for you is just a living pretense,
Nothing matters most when money is your essence,
You always say you'd try a better life and yet you can't,
In what way then you can make some sense?
