Life Begins At Forty: A Sugar Daddy Manifesto

How sugar sweet to reach the stage
When every female half my age
Is legal (so fair game to fuck),
And keen to make her quickest buck,
Or hundreds, rather, as we face
Inflation soaring every place.
And so I, hitting forty, hit
The streets to find a schoolgirl's slit
That's aching to be drilled, and flash
The green she craves, my wads of cash.
By "schoolgirl," now, I mean the type
Of college age who takes the pipe
Deep in her flesh groove, warm and young,
Until she feels how well I'm hung
As with my sugar stick I thrust
Until I make her pussy bust
And drench my ballsack in her juice
While both her cunt lips, stretched and loose,
Are aching in ecstatic ways
Throughout the sweet post-coital phase.
A Sugar Daddy's what she wants,
And luscious looks are what she flaunts.
She knows just where big money's at,
And if you ask, she'll tell you that
The smart girl finds her cash and gifts
In working shafts, not working shifts!