Then the Beggar
I have looked at the women
For three hours now,
And like a rabbit I reject
The spandex girls.
Their flow is not the canals of Venice
Nor deer whom I praise
Like cows in India.
Still I would shoot canons
At them,
Being a Catholic priest,
Surprisingly not fond of little boys
Like Greek poets.
The others would be geisha,
But here there are careers
And men to compete with.
I pray to God
And sometimes wish for a career myself.
I would be a spy,
Spying on who knows who
Or who knows why,
Yet sneaky; and studly
Like Clint Eastwood.
They rule.
I kowtow before them
Like a mendicant in Beijing
And fly to them like Icarus
Fated for lethal clouds
And demise in the Sargasso Sea.