The Escort

Bryan Adams sings these are the best days of his life
but it’s obviously not his.
I stare into his cocaine eyes
as we drink with mutual friends.
He promises me that his services are well worth the cash
and that he’s not gay
and that everything but his dick is fair game
to be inserted.
I’ve expressed my disinterest,
but he carries on
like a terrible used car sales man,
trying every angle to peak my interest.
He shows me videos of him and his wife,
fucking in one hole,
then the other,
and informs me they’re currently looking for new slaves.
I’m further disinterested
all power to him, but it’s not for me
and I’m bored right now.

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