I go into the merchant corner <br />Late evening <br />I leave Anonas street <br />Abandoning my 8 boardmates <br />I see g.r.o women <br />12 to 16 yrs old <br />Loitering at highway 56 <br />Where snatching is rampant <br /> <br />I see beyond Aurora corner <br />Benches of another young lass <br />Filled with heavy make up <br /> <br />I am 21 but my urge seems <br />60 <br />I watch their skin <br />Rough <br />I feel like a collapsed parachute <br /> <br />I turn right and meet local merchant <br />For my small job <br />Buy and sell puppet<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-nightlife-cubao/
