Making a Career Online
Before, prostitutes roamed the streets
Looking for clients
Or they hung around industrial parks
Suspension bridges, crossroads
Or around churches or cathedrals
Where I had the experience of some
Who followed me, grabbed my jacket
And said demandingly:
-Don’t deny me, pal
I’ve got a hen for the chicken for cheap.
Today they advertise online
Or they write you emails begging for a good husband
With email addresses faker
Than counterfeit money
Or telling you they studied at Catholic schools
Or universities.
Circling the cathedral nine times
Or the church closest to my house
To some I replied:
-Stay put, whore.
Stay with God.
With Him you’ll be safe.
Some of them would reply:
-I don’t want any god
But a good man to get me pregnant
In this foreign land.
I want you to give me what’s mine
And not just any old pigeon.
This week I’ve received a ton of emails
With the sole intention of scamming me
Using the looking for a “fascinating boyfriend
Or husband” method
With deceptive reasons
Accompanied by photos of beautiful women
Top-notch, the best
Some showing their privates.
Since I still have the urge
To “let loose”
I’ve arranged to meet one of them by the statue
Of the Bear and the Strawberry Tree
In Puerta del Sol, Madrid
Which, judging by the photo, is gorgeous
Whose name is Julia, a Claudia’s friend
From a Friends of the University association.
We’ve arranged to recognize each other
By her exclaiming “Giddy-up”
And me saying “Donkey.”
When I got to the statue
Some woman said: “Giddy-up!”
I exclaimed: “Donkey!”
Seeing a worn-out, old lady
While gesturing with her hand
And who startled me.
“What a rip-off!” I thought,
Saying to myself:
-You deserve it for believing in scams again.
When she asked me:
-Who is this handsome donkey
That I see in my stable every day?
I turned to leave
But not before saying to her:
-Grandma, I’m sorry, you whore.
I don’t see you on my peg.
Horror Sleaze Trash 