AN EVENING WITH A FRIEND
Vacant eyes and auburn hair
Legs crossed, sitting in a chair.
An object of love and a want of lust,
Satin skin with a perfect bust.
So speaks her social mouth
To I, a poor man, sitting on her fancy couch
Of the great value of her future to be.
A future of sororities, societies and summer teas.
I, a poor man, utter barely a word
Just sit and listen, slightly perturbed
Over the meaning of her future to be,
A future of sororities, societies and summer teas.
I, a poor man, rise free at last
As my heart silently adds this love to the past.
This beauty is a slave I see
To her future of sororities, societies and summer teas.