As the day comes to an end and night takes over,
The trade begins and filthy creatures begin to hover.
“A hundred bucks for fucking me here;
Three hundred and I can come anywhere”
Every night, hungry, lusty ants ripped
Each sugary crystal, bit by bit.
But one sinister night as the trade was at its peak,
A black Inova came by and halted with a shriek.
The doors were shut and the windows sealed
From the edge of a door, a pallav was revealed.
Meanwhile, behind the bushes and under the flyover,
Women were disrobed and osculated all over.
Out of the blue, a dire scream was heard
The congress broke off and hoo-hah stirred.
Out of the hideout, the mortals egressed
Men and Women, partially undressed.
The ominous screech came from the motorcar
A lass was molested right in front of the bazaar.
They hit her, marred her, tore off her blouse
She wailed and she begged, in the death house.
The body traffickers could take that no more
The ruthless sight boiled their gore.
They picked up rods and stones and ran
Got to the car and BAM!
They smashed the windshield and unlocked the doors
They were ‘saviors’ and not just whores.
Petrified, the men took to the woods
Defensive, the hookers rendered her hoods.
Indebted, she thanked them for their goodwill.
“We know the feeling of getting fucked against will”.