An odd reality, but a scene played out too many times.
An odd reality would shout,
the same scene was played out,
satisfaction is what it was all about,
he picked up a prostitute,
parked in an isolated spot,
he was ready, she was hot,
a cold hearted woman, but a warm body,
it was enough, but it wasn’t a lot,
he dropped his pants,
and consigned his nether regions
to $25 worth of fellatio,
the prostitute was coached,
as a plain clothed police officer approached,
all of his thoughts crashed
when the police officer’s badge was flashed,
he panics,
then he was tossed to the ground,
then taken downtown,
a night of infidelity,
in jail he reflected on the relative joys
of marital fidelity.
Well, that\’s great end of this poem! By the way who is the photographer of that pic? 
Penned from experience Frankie? 
People don’t image source anymore. Unless Frank took that pic. LOL.
WoW! Busted!! You sure on a roll today Frank. Really awesome share! Keep em comin! 
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