Sex Shop

Red and black lights ping off the glass, Inviting her up to the door, Into a world noone taught her in school, To a world where she wants so much more, More life, more lessons, more tools of the trade, A parade of flavors of sauce, Wobbly gadgets made to distract, That she’d only ever seen on a horse, And rabbit ears and rings and powerful things, Things that go bump in the night, This world of wonder covered the walls, Vibrating plugs all covered in stripes, Then back through the door with brown bag in hand, And some sort of big fat cigar, She walked in a line, as straight as a die, Hiding a smile she walked straight to her car.