I wondered horny down Third Street
that crawls with freaks, trash and pills.
Then at one time I saw a herd,
a group of walking painted girls.
Beneath the moon and beside the street
Pandering and waving at male beasts.
A multitude parading by
trimmed out with lace and fluffy fur
That stretch to conceal nothing at all
along the nipples edge a blur.
Red fishnet stockings by the score
and feathered boas even more.
The johns beside them flashed cash
which brought sparkling smiles of glee
Aroused were they all by their wants
Be it sex or some money.
I gazed and gazed while some came by
In hopes they would catch my eye
For all on this street I move
the boas their throats do hide
I need to see Adams fruit
to know how much the costumes lie
To know if undies hide much more
For I have been down this road before
For oft when on my bed I lie
in twosomes or a larger group
I sometimes take honeyed guys
So long as they don’t dupe
Then my life with pleasures fill
For even males are painted girls