A rock musician quite gay
desperately needed a lay.
He looked in bars
for dudes with guitars,
but, like a customer, he had to pay.
He discovered that if he paid,
he could usually get himself laid.
But after the fuck,
he run out of luck;
for seconds, the dude never stayed.
An amateur, he didn’t make real dough,
but still he needed his thrills, though,
so he gave up on dudes,
and his life much improved,
when he went out and bought a dildo.
T. Allen Culpepper