Just like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our faded sunset gates now stands
A mighty harlot with a torch, whose flame
Is red bordello lighting, her true name
Daughter of Mammon. From her beacon-hand
Glows sultry invitation; her wild eyes command
The attention of all in the thrall of her fame.
“Bring, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
Through rouge-plump lips. “Give me your Rich, ones with More,
The High Net Worth, 'cause my wares ain't Free!
Y'all come! I'm Great, your high-priced Whore,
Send five million, cash, you wanna get with me!
I lift my skirt beside the golden door!"
with genuine apologies
to Emma Lazarus
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