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.