Black Poetry : Twanee Fi-dalas? Sheee....

[Heartbeat]

Hey baby
You looking for a good time?

Maby baby
What's the fee?

Fifty plus the room
If you want to be with me

What can we do for twenty five?
Can I get some head?
We don't need a bed

That's cool
Right in your car
We don't even have to go far

I'm down with that
Get in girl
My magic flute's gonna rock your world

No baby
You see I'm the one doing all the work
It will all be good
You ain't taking a chance
But I need to get that twenty five in advance

No problem baby
Here you go, so do your thing
If you do it real good I'll be back for more
I ain't never been done by a pro before

(one minute later)

**** baby
You made me cum so fast
For twenty five dollare that **** was supposed to last
If I give you ten can you do it again?

Sorry baby the price is twenty five
If you ain't got that I've got to say goodbye
I ain't got time to negotiate and play
I'm a working girl baby, that's how I make my way

Take your *** on then
For a lot less money I'll find someone else
Naw, for what just happened I can save my money
Sheeet, on second thought
I can do that job with my hands by myself

BE
(c) 1999

 

[Bert]

LMAO! I hate to admit how close to home this hits. And funny as hell!

Bert

 

[Kitana]

the visuals I got from this just made me laugh...and I could hear my sons many conversations on the subject running through my head..

K