Dressed to Get Blessed

the girls on the west side got
mechanical hands
the girls on the east side got
secrets in their shopping bags
the city breathes in a lonely computer
the streets are sick with spring fever
the girls on the west side got
expensive skin
the girls on the east side look
automatic within
the boys are thirsty
for a chance to deflower
the desperate lovers on their way to
happy hour
I can’t find a dating service in this city
love is a new disease in this city
in this city