i love how they fawn over
the guys
up there
it's like picking up the teller
who handles my business accounts;
she knows i have money
shiny suits, knows
i'm starting a bar
with girls all around me
knows i've sweet-talked
the tax office
persuaded immigration
seduced the municipal clerks
and wants to kneel
and imbibe my creamy charm
she had a hat askew
was syrupy sweet
drank over ten sicilian kisses
before pulling her tits out
"do you want to make a deposit?"