There's a flower in between the rocks Undesireable unless one seek the flower In cravices in the shadows of ***** towers Procure trade on whims of nameless men Openly or in disguise she thrives due to Demands, in decadence of her world The underworld enslave her soul Like the geisha in ******* Decries a social stigma Imposing upon her Remove her off The streets if you will But She Will Come Back sprouting Amongst people and rocks Enticing yet perceived as weeds still.