Dirty Old Man
Old man, stop looking at my chest
because I'm nice to you, and have big boobs, do you even notice the rest?
I could tease you,
and make you hope that I will please you
With big fake smiles and feminine wiles
Make up for you lack of attention,
while you promise to spoil me on your meager pension
I see in your eyes what you really have in mind
You sick, sick dirty old man.
Go home to your wife and beg her
Maybe she wont be as repulsed as I am
But I'm too nice to say I only pity your lust
elated when you walk away,
I roll my eyes and shiver in disgust.
michelle ingles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-old-men-2/
