My Poem
A Western Sugar Daddy
Hey, lady from the damp rice paddy,
I want to be your sugar Daddy
I'm fat and bald and have podagra,
For making love I need Viagra,
And no one in my own nation
Will give me warmth or admiration.
My nights are dull and monotonic,
My dates are boring and platonic.
That's why I'm int'rested in meeting
Love from afar that isn't fleeting,
I have the cash to buy a house.
Am I too old to find a spouse?
When I was young and poor and stupid,
Ignored and snubbed I was by Cupid,
In cold and barren towns I dwelled,
By women in contempt was held,
And all the ladies whom I dated
Were too demanding, bored and sated.
And now, some forty years later
I am no longer just a waiter.
A real estate millionaire
I have become. Still solitaire
And with a chip upon my shoulder,
I've grown lonelier and older.
Progressively becoming bitter
Is not my style: I'm not a quitter
So now I have the cash to find
A girl who's got an open mind.
I'll find her in the Orient
Where they will love my money's scent.
I know you think that it's amusing:
A man like me, the Web perusing
In search of lonely foreign women,
Who want my life, my cash, my semen,
And all the the other wondrous things
A Western sugar daddy brings.
If only back on waiter's duty
Could I have had the love and beauty
Sincerity and modesty,
And not just empty travesty,
That women's hearts to men can grant.
Alas, those things were then so scant...
And now, equipped with cash in hand,
I'll have them all on my command
How cruel is my destiny
That left me in ignominy...
And brought me to the stage when moolah
Becomes romance's mighty ruler
Just watch me smoke, I'll soon be boarding
A Boeing, looking for rewarding
And fruitful dates in foreign lands,
With women who can take commands
From rich old men just like yours truly,
Who'll be the boss and not a coolie.
My Poem: A Western Sugar Daddy
My Poem: A Western Sugar Daddy
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A Cyber Prostitute
So young you are, so spry, so cute,
An electronic prostitute.
Not really poor nor destitute,
But now, a cyber prostitute.
So sweet you are, so lithe and fresh
In both the spirit and the flesh.
Appearing pert and hard-to-get,
You're stripping on the Internet.
To break the well-established norm
You flaunt your fake school uniform,
And even though you're twenty-three,
A high school girl you play to be.
In the US, Hong Kong, Japan,
Your client is a fat old man,
Whose lustful weakness you exploit
In ways both cunning and adroit.
It's you that he so longs to see
To help him live his fantasy,
But things that he will want from you
Is something he can only view.
He's gazing into your thumbnails
To see your curves and fine details.
His credit card you then will charge
So your thumbnails he could enlarge.
Back in his wretched high school days,
No girl he'd ever tried to chase-
Too shy he was and held at bay,
Girls wouldn't give him time of day.
He lusted after many girls,
Their faces, legs, their shiny curls.
Frustrations brewed, lusts went unvented,
Unanswered hots made him demented.
And now you make your fine debut,
Relighting zests long overdue,
A balding oldster you awake
Whose ancient passions make him shake.
He'll pay your fees to see your thighs
And eat your breasts with his ol' eyes,
You'll charge him an ungodly price
To catch a glimpse of paradise.
And puffing fatsos, flabby geezers
With dewlaps under chins, like lizards',
Their maxed-out credit cards will use
So their fancy you'd amuse.
And when you're rich after a year,
Another teaser will appear
To bleed them horny fogies dry,
Flash them some skin and bid good-bye.
Your chosen work is safe and clean:
To D.O.Ms to be a "teen".
An electronic dream machine
Seducing elders, sight unseen.
A Cyber Prostitute
So young you are, so spry, so cute,
An electronic prostitute.
Not really poor nor destitute,
But now, a cyber prostitute.
So sweet you are, so lithe and fresh
In both the spirit and the flesh.
Appearing pert and hard-to-get,
You're stripping on the Internet.
To break the well-established norm
You flaunt your fake school uniform,
And even though you're twenty-three,
A high school girl you play to be.
In the US, Hong Kong, Japan,
Your client is a fat old man,
Whose lustful weakness you exploit
In ways both cunning and adroit.
It's you that he so longs to see
To help him live his fantasy,
But things that he will want from you
Is something he can only view.
He's gazing into your thumbnails
To see your curves and fine details.
His credit card you then will charge
So your thumbnails he could enlarge.
Back in his wretched high school days,
No girl he'd ever tried to chase-
Too shy he was and held at bay,
Girls wouldn't give him time of day.
He lusted after many girls,
Their faces, legs, their shiny curls.
Frustrations brewed, lusts went unvented,
Unanswered hots made him demented.
And now you make your fine debut,
Relighting zests long overdue,
A balding oldster you awake
Whose ancient passions make him shake.
He'll pay your fees to see your thighs
And eat your breasts with his ol' eyes,
You'll charge him an ungodly price
To catch a glimpse of paradise.
And puffing fatsos, flabby geezers
With dewlaps under chins, like lizards',
Their maxed-out credit cards will use
So their fancy you'd amuse.
And when you're rich after a year,
Another teaser will appear
To bleed them horny fogies dry,
Flash them some skin and bid good-bye.
Your chosen work is safe and clean:
To D.O.Ms to be a "teen".
An electronic dream machine
Seducing elders, sight unseen.
A brain is a terrible thing to wash!
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