John

This is the place of passing delight,

Where souls are lost at dead of night.

This is the place of lust and sighs,

Where something in each man dies.

This is the place of creaking boards,

Where men unsheathe their mighty swords.

This is the place of guys called John,

Where satisfaction, once obtained, they are gone.

 

 

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