I REMEMBER WHEN A LOBBY USED TO BE A PLACE FOR POPCORN

Ridin’ along in my Coupe de Ville

I find the number of trees I see

are hardly enough to compare the beauty

of the car you get to ride in for free because of me.

On the road where everything is free

even the exhaust that is killing everyone

but my mister senator and me,

I got that babe in the back seat

just waiting in the Southwest chili

heat for marching in what kind

of lingerie orders to wear from me.

All we need are a few more less laws

and some cooler air smogged up air

then we can set about makin’

that unwanted tit suckin’ baby eat

from the ass holding leather congressional seats.

I love scorching some ass in my high class

low culture lobbyists de Ville’s back seat!

I know you sir,

You sure can pull a train,

in your lacy underwear

without breakin a sweat or a strain.

I’ll wait with your pay in the club car seat.

I don’t need to let the public know I create the heat

that will boil you alive if the train doesn’t arrive on time.

Of course it was only gifts and money paid for political porn

that would let me show your world how

HUGE a dick I really am.

I am a lobbyist.

I may not have your star power

but by god I have plenty of cash paying

to play for your hours driving

my big shiny ol’ de Ville in your ass

all over this lordly land while I got your

bought and paid for political ass on my Coupe’s

beautifully hot leather fuck them seat.

Just remember do your job politico,

make the sheep fucking bleed until they bleat

or I’ll finance your opponent

who’ll be more than happy

to take my kinky sex

in your nice ex ‘de Ville seat.

© M Durfee

7/3/13