New in town, fancy cars, neon lights;
A man offered to show her the sights.
She woke minus her purse,
And her phone, and what’s worse,
Her virginity, panties and tights!
Author: pete
God’s omniscience
She’s a dancer, she tells him, off-Broadway.
A stripper. Who cares? (The good Lord may…)
Does God really care
If crude drunken men stare,
While she takes off her clothes in a bored way?
The cost of doing business
In a downtown hotel in LA
A young hooker sucked off the valet,
The security crew
And a porter or two,
A few guests. What a fucking melee!
The eye of the needle
Where a girl’s bum and inner thighs meet,
The vagina sits, snug and discreet,
Tucked up, out of the way,
Like a smocked ruffle, say,
Or a nice, neat, inverted box pleat.
Teenage Tarzan
His first fuck! Fuck! Just so fucking glorious!
Grinning, chest-thumping… victorious!
Maybe hers too…
Maybe not… Shit, who knew?
(She, in fact, was a trifle notorious.)
Wild West 1
All those Hollywood cowboys are phoney;
The real ones, lean, mean and bony
Had bad breath and stank,
They fucked whores, swore and drank,
And did intimate things with their pony.
Wild West 2
What a low-down darned treacherous snake!
Caught by indians, trussed up to bake,
Nude, narry a garment!
He saved her, the varmint,
Then fucked her, still tied to the stake!
Wild West 3
Cowboys loved to root frisky young squaws,
Which was great fun, but risky because
You might finish up scalped,
But it couldn’t be helped;
It was that or just whisky and whores!
Wild West 4
They were outlaws, bad men in cahoots…
They robbed banks and divided the fruits
Of their illegal labours,
The wealth of their neighbours…
Their wives, daughters, any stray roots.
Wild West 5
Western gals who evaded the clutch
Of the outlaws and injuns and such,
Those who somehow escaped
Being tortured and raped,
Would thank God, but for not very much.