Drunk, Lene Levi walked <br />In the neighboring streets nightly <br />Back and forth, screaming, 'auto.' <br />Her blouse was opened, <br />So that one saw her fine, fascinating <br />Underclothing and skin. <br />Seven horny little men ran <br />After Lene. <br /> <br />Seven horny little men chased <br />Lene Levi for her body, <br />Thinking about what it costs. <br />Seven men, otherwise very respectable, <br />Forgot their children and art, <br />Science and factory. <br />And they ran as though possessed <br />After Lene Levi. <br />Lene Levi stopped <br />On a bridge, catching her breath, <br />And she lifted her blurred blue <br />Drunken glances in the wide <br />Sweet darkness above <br />The street lamps and the houses. <br />Seven randy little men though <br />Caught Lene's eye. <br /> <br />Seven randy little men tried <br />To touch Lene Levi's heart. <br />Lene remained unapproachable. <br />Suddenly she jumped up on the railing, <br />Turns up her nose at the world for the last time, <br />Joyfully jumps into the river. <br />Seven pale little men ran, <br />As quickly as they could, out of the place.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-in-the-river/
