Saturday, October 8, 2011

Why We Call Them Laugh Lines

Skin tags and cellulite. Little brown spots.

My days as a sex bomb are over.


And if I diet down to fighting weight,

The loose skin would lose you, lover.


I wish the inspiring words were true,

And the brain and Art reign supreme.


But no matter how old and drab men are,

They need to fulfill their wet dream.


She is young and firm with tits out to there

Never a Grandma with a limp.


Fulfilling your fantasies with a sigh

Sans the cane that screams “she’s a gimp.”


So, enjoy the hordes of extra women.

I pray that you find your honey.


Bring your witty wisdom but most of all,

Don’t forget to bring your money.

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