Concubines,
They cease to amaze
The harem,
It’s but a potpourri for the sex deprived

I don’t want any of these,
The old king died
In his sleep,
With an erectile dysfunction

How rudimentary,
The crass and raw desires
Humans, or bags of meat?
A scorecard, kept to count.

Twigs, they grow now
From the old morsel of the bordellos
The old glory is lost, the shah – dead
The concubines now closed

The streets not draped in red anymore
They are dressed in the glories on the new wars fought
Old wives tales, all that’s left
Concubines?

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