I wish I were a slotmachine
inside a fancy club
All chrome and colours to be seen
the pride of any pub.
But wait until I tell you more
the best is all those coins
a callgirl yes, but not a whore
with big receptive loins.
And as they slip inside of me
orgastic I become
an ancient geezer, drinking tea
he lets me have some rum.
I keep the bigger part of dough
those are casino rules
and never say 'I told you so',
to drunkards and old fools.
Hold the gold bars.(Nudge nudge.) Thoroughly enjoyable. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fun poem Herbert. I like the parallel you use between the call-girls and the slot machines. Great poem. sincerely, Mary