Saturday, March 30, 2013

13 Or So Dollars

3 dollars door fee,
10 dollars for a pitcher of tea,
3 or so dollars tip for the waitress.
Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday,
It's steak and fries or baked potato
With all the fixings.
Friday it's an all you can eat buffet.
The food sure is good
And the girls are all smiles
But don't let them sit down!
They're not stupid,
They'll take your money.
Enjoy your meal
And ogle whomever is up on stage.
Then go home.
Best 13 or so dollars
I've spent in a while.
I still have change!

Buying Power

It's all for sale, everything.
Everything has its price.
It's all negotiable, all the time,
Don't let them tell you
That it isn't.
Haggle, bargain, talk them down!
It's YOUR money, THEY want it.
No holds barred, go for it!

A Child Of The Morning Star

I am a child
Of the morning star.
Born just before
The sun's rising
And near the end
Of the night.

A new day dawned just
For me that August morning
As my life began.
A certain tie
With the wonders of
The night time sky was also born.

Loved and nurtured
The child and the tie grew
Into adulthood.
I look into the night sky
And connect with that moment
As a child of the morning star.

Just Ask Them!

Heather, Denise, Dana, Amy,
And any others in between;
Line them up and ask them.
They'll tell you -
Mike likes his sex first thing
Early in the morning.
He also likes it when
He first lays down with you.
Fact is, he likes it
Spontaneously throughout the day.
You don't even have to wait for him.
Go ahead and start,
He'll jump right in!

Safe Sex!

I ain't no punk!
I don't suck no spunk,
Don't feast on no manseed!

You better wrap that rascal!
I don't know what you're packing
And neither do you. Besides, we just met.

Walmart has a line
Of flavored condoms - durex brand.
What's your name anyway?

Friday, March 29, 2013

Gazing

Gazing in the mirror
And I see my father's eyes
Deep within my own.
I see the dark brown
And the hanging bags.
I see the life and the love.
Yet how different as
We're our own unique men.
His face is much thinner
And I take up after my mother.
I don't see my grandfather's eyes at all this time.
But I hear them, both of them,
In my timbre and tone.

Sweet And Salty

When I touch myself
I'm wild about you.
In my mind I visualize
Our many past pleasures
And/or my every imaginable fantasy.
Whatever.
It must be effective
As evidenced by the
Sweet and salty seed
Shot out from within me.