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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...
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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'
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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