joins sugar daddy dot com
to meet
young women
in need of money.
it's an exchange i suppose
that i won't go
into detail about,
but it's not unlike the world's
oldest profession,
thinly disguised
as a dating site.
when i see him on the street
he's exhausted
and broke,
he's wearing an old moth
eaten
jacket and pants with
a hole in them.
the pockets are out
and empty.
what up? i ask him.
nothing he says.
i think i'm ready to quit
that site and join
old rich widows dot com.
i surrender.
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