An LBFM’s Poem

Before I can lay me down to sleep,

I must earn my bar pine and screw this creep,

He not too handsome, smart or strong,

But he bought drinks and danced to every song.

I hope the time he spent with me he enjoyed

And when I won’t do the BJ he doesn’t get annoyed

I pray he will butterfly with no other

And give me Pesos for my mother

An Asia Sailor’s Poem

I pray for a generous Mama-san who never asks me to pay my bar tab

And never charges me a barfine when I take one of the girls out and

doesn’t care about my screwing around and drinking. This doesn’t

Rhyme and I don’t give a shit.