At a Tawdry Bar - An American Tale

He drove a gleaming car Stopped at a tawdry bar Cool shades on, tan and trim He looked the part of a movie star... Her eyes met his; she took his dare In his mind, he stripped her bare He got right up and sidled over She never blinked; maintained her stare "Honey," he said, "I've paid for your drink." She liked that; didn't stop to think When he asked her for a roll in the hay She nodded her head: "Whatever you say." Drove to his place; went straight for the sack Where he started in on her, a brazen attack She wondered if this was how you play the game He smiled at her, said: "What's your name?" "Cathy," she said, "and I just turned sixteen." He winced as he realized what had just been... ****** A few years passed; he got out of jail No gleaming car for him on his new trail Then one night, there she was on the news He jumped up and shouted: "I know her; I do!" ~ That Cathy's a lawyer now; represents 'Me-Too'