A Bar at the Folies-Bergère, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

She said buy my orange for five hundred
Demimonde without smile stands before me
Richly dressed but with a stark face of dread
Roundness of voice she says what will it be

Picked up cognac handed twenty shifted
Location, more of her wanted to see
People nearby want their spirits lifted
While she has a look of wanting to flee

Folies-Bergère where all life is pretend
Love is purchased for what wallet will bare
Nod the head to the bedroom will transcend
Flesh to flesh do whatever act you care

Orange in hand was man of current style
Quickly put on the demimonde a smile