The many teenagers
out front the corner convenience
want me to buy them
smokes.
They appeal to my vanity
make me feel young again
anything to get them
smokes.
A few of the girls
make eyes
rub my shoulder
as if paedophilia
took a holiday.
Unfortunately
for them
I am good.
Fortified
as any
wine.
Having jerked off eight times
in the past twenty-six
hours
(a new land speed
record)
I desire a bag of pork rinds
and a 2 litre
Coke
and no longer
them.
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