Now that I am wheezing
One would think
That special link
That commands I seek
Someone less antique
For fondling and squeezing
Would become obsolete.
But still I sift the community
For that special opportunity
To touch and lick and please,
To approach on trembling knees
To make a relationship complete.
My elder eye still goes to roam
Noting, carefully, a behind
Or, secondarily, a mind
(To place the horse behind the cart)
That would appeal to this old fart
And set his blood to boil and foam.
But I have not cash nor power
Like Bill Gates or Caesar
To find a doll and squeeze her,
Ply her with sweets and gin,
And brag about what I’ve been
(Probably bore her for an hour.)
So I gratify desires
By petting dogs and scratching cats,
Consuming food with too much fats,
Watching explosions on TV
Dreaming of what might be
To calm the glowing inner fires.
At base, now, I don’t mind.
I’ve loved my girls and they’ve liked me.
I enjoy being free
From a spat and a slap.
(These days I prefer a nap)
I’ve had the fruit. Now I’ll enjoy the rind.