Huge And Hefty Pockets Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A man in his eighties...
Admits to sleeping,
In his mansion.
With young blond girls.
And he is loved...
For the sordid decadent parties he throws.

A King of Pop...
Shares his gigantic bedroom,
For 'his' biological children...
And others to play.
Some even on his bed!
Where he would sometimes lay.
Perhaps to rest.
And enjoy his peace.

He even admitted to sleeping with them as well.
After they've played and rode on the carousel.
Or rode the train that surrounds the land.
Sharng this 'Neverland' to have the kids feel grand.
And from the train depot...
All enjoyed popcorn,
Movies and candy.
This was considered such a fantasy land.

But he was thought to be a pedophile.
And the old man regarded a hero!
With 'huge and hefty' pockets!
To give trinkets to solicit,
Young and buxom mistresses.