It’s not a crime to be pretty
Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner
Socialites & other plastic people
No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner
Her vagina will accept almost anything
Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner
A consummate professional at all times
She expects to be well paid for every geriatric boner
You don’t look gift whores in the mouth
Searching for a sugar daddy, anyone will do
Sitting in the bullpen, hoping to get promoted
Waiting to pluck her next victim, how many already gone through
That swath leaving nothing to the imagination
Offended when the whispers mention a gold digger
Everyone can spy those silicone scars
Next time she’ll go a couple of cups bigger
Sucking more than the marrow out of life
She’s trading her youth for money & security
But once tarnished, Innocence forever besmirched
Time is constantly magnifying all your impurities
There are certain priorities in this life
A father must keep his daughters off the pole
But something much less discussed nowadays
What do you do once she grew without a soul
This scene is littered with heinous & fickle creatures
Cloaked, it slowly begins to scandalize & appall
Men with large billfolds & absolutely no shame
The current failure of society & they call it Skyfall


Counting Out The Steps





Counting out the steps
Crawling on all fours
One, two three, one two, three
You deny the circus, but they’re really yours
Giving her another twirl
We’re standing naked & stark
You speak your pretentious slang
Only – you’re exposed in the dark
I’m here with your midnight medicine
Darling, beautiful babe, bottoms up!
I still here firm & steadfast
Watching as you spill out of your lace cups

I See You’re Feeling Sassy


I see you’re feeling sassy
Now it is time for you to kneel
Pour us another cup of tea, Dear
Your lace details for me to feel
There’s a swing to your strut
Moments of electric bliss to share
Finding pleasure within serving
Another tea party in our underwear


My Morning Coffee

My morning coffee; a cup of optimism
Providing hope you’ll survive the day
Please stop talking that incessant shrill
Your negative drivel is constantly in my way
One more word; I might be forced to kill


Come On Up For A Cup Of Coffee


Come on up for a cup of coffee
I hope you’ve brought your cheery attitude
My place will be easily discovered
The one with the gentleman toasting you in the nude


One More Cup Of Joe


One more cup of Joe
& then I’ll get up
Then I’ll go

I did not wipe my eye
Please forget what you see
I’m not one to cry

I promise to leave you alone
I won’t look behind me
I’ll always have my phone

Please forget all of me
I’ll slip into your past
Just a forgotten memory


A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice


A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice

Talking away hours in the sun

Warmth after this long cold winter

Experiences overall count as one

Coming times to start all over

No need to hesitate or soften your walk

Forced feelings fall a little short

Take time & measure when you talk

A friend is a friend forever

But be weary as not to injure

Broken hearts never quite heal

Through a loving soul will always endure