¹ Today, we move, again;

past the promiscuous politician

² & the rich man’s house;

past our Crush’s frontage,

³ & the man with a cruel eye for us,

picking our steps, “koi-koi-koi.”

⁴ We offer ourselves as living sacrifices,

(un)holy and acceptable.

⁵ As we move with gums, dying in our mouths,

& skirts, short enough to pass the message,

yet long enough to cover the subject matter,

⁶ Bless our hustle, O Lord!

⁷ That if our beauty lead not men astray,

our bodies may toss them abreast.

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