Gigolo

When I was young
I was a gigolo,
Living off women
Wherever I'd go,
Gave them a song
And a dance
And for a slight fee,
I'd surrender my pants,
But now, that I'm old
And lost my good looks,
I rent room and board
From a landlady who cooks,
Sit home with arthritis
And read romance books,
While Welfare and
Food Stamps,
Both heaven sent,
Pay for my food,
Upkeep and rent.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz