Red Light

He waits while you wait tables thinking you might want the tips.
He finds you at the bus stop with your name upon his lips.
He stands near doors and whistles with hyenas leering grin.
He looks at you with hard eyes like you’re leading him to sin.
Love has no greater value but the waters of the Lethe,

But do not stop for him, my friend, and do not stop for death.

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