From Art of Mind II: All-In. Available Now on Amazon.com.
Long-Faced Johns pull up and see a
They pedal to their destination, but soon cross the line.
This apparent Cherry-Red District suddenly changes to a
Flashy Red Light.
This joint leaves many a fantasy Crimsoned and Clubbed,
They were expecting the full treatment
And only leave with a Rub.
Look Man, No Hands!
Just Look, Man, but No Hands!
She works that pole with no hands,
And If you Try to lend a helping hand:
You’re lucky to
Just get banned.
If her Ass even Thinks it feels a hand,
Your Butt will
Soon get Canned.
She looks revved and ready,
So now you’re geared to go,
You can tip hundreds for weeks,
And She Will Still Say, “No.”
You’re so blinded by her Headlights,
You can’t even see the Unchanging Red Light.
Now we may have to Pay for Toll,
High Speed Makes us Pay the Cops,
Some Pay for an Open Road,
But Why Would You Pay to Stop?
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