sacrifice for soup

Volleyball in the pants
Of a pervert,
The girl walked by
With stream rising from her pockets.

Hot evenings in their cold embrace,
The whore talked up and down the 3 a.m.
Block in a skirt short enough
To be called "midget cuts".

Guys whistling and oriental men wondering 
Why they are abhorred by American girls.

Within an ear shot
And out of range for a good look,
The street hums with
Disaster as the birds suck in

The last days of an early fall

Here on an afternoon

The chicken croaked for my soup.