John F. McCullagh
Motel Sex (And The Filthy Socialist Pig) - Poem by John F. McCullagh
It used to be that capitalists
were often called bad names.
Now Strauss-Kahn, the Socialist
Has had his walk of shame.
This strong and strident Socialist
Clad in his birthday suit,
Trapped a maid at his hotel
and dashed in hot pursuit.
He forced the young black immigrant
to get down on her knees.
He grabbed her hair within his fist
and made sure that he was pleased.
The suite where the assault occurred
goes for megabucks a night.
Shouldn’t a strident Socialist
use Motel Six by right?
Of course they’d be no mini bar-
just a dresser, bed and chair.
The chambermaid is eighty
and her looks don’t rate a stare.
It’s true she won’t do windows,
and her figure rates a yawn
But she probably won’t report him
And she’s leaving the lights on.
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