I drive around in my car
Searching for tight female bottoms

I needn't drive far
I tried using my IPad, but
It was not meant to be

Far too big, and clumsy

So with my iPhone
I tried my luck

I missed one opportunity
The other phot was blurry
Shucks

Well, I approach
From the back

And with one small tap

An image of a toned ****
On my screen

So strange and sad
This is part
Of my American Dream

When you are poor
Life can be dull
A bit of a bore

Always alone
No loving embrace
From a woman

And no place
That feels like home

7 o'clock is the walking hour
My therapist spoke
Of her higher power

But she cared most
For money

Better not to speak of her
Let things be

Toned tight butts
In suburban neighborhoods
I will try my luck