20 Dollars for a Fuck?

 She said:
“I love you long time”
My imaginings sublime
“I love you too much”
There was no way she’d go Dutch
“I loving you sucky, fucky”
I wanted to get down and mucky
She asked me “you parry?”
Like a sexual cash and carry
She said “twenty dolla?”
I had to loosen my collar
She didn’t, but I knew
‘I was not too beaucoup’
I thought ‘for that kinda money
You can keep your risky honey’
I’ll masturbate vigorously to my favorite porn
And order a pepperoni pizza ‘hold the sweet corn’
I would still have enough change left over
To get enough vodka for that earned hangover
That would wash away thoughts of regret
But you pays your money and get what you get
An orgasm, a pizza, and lots of vodka tonic
And the use of sexual toys, stimulation electronic
And all for twenty bucks
So I don’t give twenty fucks
About the hooker on offer
I’d rather do the other
More to enjoy, more of a bargain
And I don’t have to listen to Vietnamese jargon
She walked away angry I wouldn’t employ
“You are queer man, you are ladyboy”
Her ass wiggle in the wank bank
I’m going home to give it a yank
Free from worries about my sexual health
I’ll get what I need and party by myself