A Piggy Poem
by Al Gore
I didn't screw you here
I didn't screw you there
I didn't screw you anywhere
Why should you even care
There was no happy ending
So why the lawsuit pending
My nerves you are rending
When there was no happy ending
I called the bell boy ,
told him my back was sore.
I am a VIP and expect service galore.
Up comes the manager to see my needs were met
He with a Lear and wink told me an appointment was already set.
Up comes this woman, 40 years if not more,.
I had paid for the service, I had better get my moneys worth from this ugly Whore.
All I wanted was a good back rub, she instead wanted to soap me down in the tub.
She kept groping my man hood like a vice, me if I wanted sex from an old lady would go home to my wife.
This was a set up, she mixed us double drinks, after the 4 th one no man can even think.
I don't remember the rest of the night, she left and was gone from my sight.
You men know how it goes for those who regularly hire Whores, how can they remember all the other woman , for free willing to do it on the floor.
If for some reason they keep your DNA, just remember they figure some day you will have to pay.
So I cannot write poetry but that does not stop me from trying.