You Can Not Afford Me

The night is dark,

Back and forth 10 feet in this hotel room I walk;

My body is ache,

Head to toe 5 feet 8 burnt in fevers I have been sick;

My mind is weak,

Inside and out wondering 1000’s miles away I think.

Outside the door comes the message,

That man offering massage;

“You can’t afford me!” I said in rage,

“Room Service is free! Just spare a change.”

You can’t afford me!

Not even the neck.

Foolish at his age,

Not knowing how to manage;

It is not his humble wage,

The cost would be my high tag marriage!

You can’t afford me.

My heart has coded lock.