Artificial Love Revised

I hope the balance has improved a little from my last attempt *Reminds oneself not to submit poems after a wee dram or two* Artificial Love The ribbon of coloured light Is reflecting across the bay The hour is nearly midnight And I drink my life away My mind is tired and worn As I hear a young girl crying I feel so empty and forlorn As though part of me is dying The neon sign of a girlie bar Glitters in the murky gloom It draws me in from Del Pilar To an aura of cheap perfume Many girls dance on the stage And a pretty one waves at me She’s just eighteen years of age And she perches on my knee She wears the uniform bikini Of this regimented place She’s in the army of Mabini A lipstick soldier of disgrace She has a body men will adore Her eyes are clear and bright She's a princess, she’s a whore She is a creature of the night As her multitude of charms Makes my passion flow I embrace her slender arms And to a motel room we go Her soft hand against my skin Has the feel of a velvet glove And soon we are indulging in A night of artificial love