A Youth Who Has No Sense
At the window of my house
I looked down through the lattice.
I saw among the simple,
I noticed among the young men,
a youth who had no sense.
He was going down the street near her corner,
walking along in the direction of her house
at twilight, as the day was fading,
as the dark of night set in.
Avoid the prostitute, Senseless Youth.
Obviously you are not listening because
you are going down the street near her corner.
Walking along in the direction of her house.
Someone is in for a shocking surprise.