by erectus123
when your sexual energy evaporate ( the result of "the happy ending" of a good massage), the mind seeks an alternative universe that is likewise incomprehensible
An amazing combination of social and psychological insights, clever writing, and gawdawful doggerel. ("As if she was my chosen shrink / Nothing is closed to her, not even my sphinc- / ter....") Some of the images and lines are very good, though. I especially like, "The prostitute you favor has moved this day / Or is having her tits re-stuffed...." The character Su, a middle-aged Chinese woman, is complex and nicely realized. The poem would make a great epitaph--though it is the rare poet who could afford a tombstone large enough to hold it. Overall, I do like the poem.
To a Peter in Cleveland. Thanks, sir, I agree, yes it is too long a poem, I'd circumcise it, if I wrote it today. However, like long penises and large tombstones, like doggerel poems (what a lovely word) find favor among certain readers. I was in a time of reading Robert William Service when I wrote this poem years ago, but it still brings a tear to my eye. Where has Su gone? Massage girls are like passenger pigeons, once extinct they can't be found. I like the sphinc-shrink rhyme but in recent times maybe I've become too fond of 'asses' and other donkeys. In Southern Italy, the little burros are called 'chooch.' If you saw them you would want one for a pet. More useful than doodle dogs as they eat the high grass. Your intelligent comments are appreciated and respected.