Ya Got’ta Pay for Pussy #3

Ya Got'ta Pay for Pussy #3

or (Desert at Midnight)

Late at night
       the moon shines bright
       something just doesn't seem right
Your cock and balls are feeling tense
       asking for their recompense
Jerking off is not you style
You'd like one-on-one once a while
You rinse your mouth with a little whiskey
       relax yourself
       you're feeling frisky
You ease the car slowly down the drive
The neighborhood is hardly alive
The lights are on at old man Jake's
He fell asleep watching TV when awake
You wait before you hit the gas
Silently flick on the headlights last
Spot a cop hidden off to the side
Of the street, snoring, to tired to ride
Clear of all who know your name
You cruise down to the city famed
To find the gals and guys to blame
For the ease of getting laid
       in the dark
       on the street
       apt
       or near the park  
They offer sex with frequency and speed
When testicles swell with spermy seed
When wives are indisposed
       never nude
       always clothed
There are those who seek diversity
search for a whore-ulent university
       one night, fuck a blond
       next, one curly haired
       then, a red head
       STOP for that one over there
       who has left her two breasts bare
There are little tits in China Town
Koreans that climb on top
       ass round
Mormon boys run off the farm
       by Elders who feared
       their youthful charm
Russian cunts in Hollywood
       dressed in Gucci
       looking good
       carrying Louie Vutton bags
Then a few toothless crack hags
       whose specialty  
       gummy wrapped cock
       need cash to buy a rock
Persian girls with hair so black
       tits pushed up
       tight leopard slacks
Dream girls  
       turn out to be
       perfect
       except for
       cock you didn't see
Dark haired dark Latin mamas
       wearing red skimpy silk pajamas
       tattooed like a billboard sign
       await some low rider's find
Other fresh from Mexico City
       white and blond
       they look so pretty
       well behaved
       as if they were  Scandinav'
Brazilian shemale with duck lips
       looks as if they sunk her ship
       have no fear
       she can paddle
       and she'll fit  
       in your saddle
Black girls dressed like Diana Ross
       careful as they really cost
       some have pimps with long knives
       hold on to your balls  
       stay alive
Lots of trannies off in West Holly
       some magnificent
       others folly
       some ride by in Sheriff's cars
       that Cop will be soon be seeing stars
Downtown whores in foxy splender
       sit in fancy bars on benders
       legs crossed, no panty lines
       perfumed cunt that smells just fine
The buyers need no pretty face
       no fancy cloths in place
       only a wallet full of cash
       they're ready to dash
       capitalistic equalty
       market mentality
       democracy in action
       give your dick some traction
The streets at night
       a supermarket
       flesh for sale
       pick and park it
You must take care
       criminals are everywhere
       take advantage of horny men
       steal and beat them up again
Also a risk for those who sell
       their sexy bodies look so swell
       we know some disappear
       others simply live with fear
Enough whispered stories
Revel in your sexual glories
Out on the boulevards you'll have fun
       plump your cock for everyone
       who meets your eye's approving stare
       don't forget a glove to wear!
10,000 went out 9,999 came back
       the odds are in your favor
       if you carry a saber
       snipers are rare
       comb high your hair
You'll find sex almost everywhere
       they suck
       they fuck
       they'll do you in two
For every foot there is a shoe
For every prick a cunt to hew
For every ass a cock will fit
       tight or lose
       Who gives a shit?
After the midnight run is done
Drive on home
       you've had your fun
       your ball sack is empty
       your confidence full
       you have no need
       your cock to pull
Slip in the drive with hardy a sound
Neighborhood is quiet all around
Sky is lighting up at last
Hours of darkness almost past
Kill the motor, ease out the door
Forgetting the foil wrapper
      left on the floor
A voice cries out loud and clear
"HEY, IS THAT YOU?"