Daisy D. (her disease and his desire)

His tastes run to more than the exotic,
They’re criminal. Rabble, rabble, rabble.
For some innocence can be down right erotic
But alas, none are so innocent as the young.
You see, it’s with them that he likes to have his fun.
He tries his best but though he’s celibate
We can’t forgive him. He’s a deviant
Of the highest order. He’s been named and shamed.
There’s only one girl for him, Daisy D.’s
Her working name. Turning tricks ‘till she’s turned out.
She’s a specialist because though she’s thirty,
She doesn’t look a day over thirteen.
Pay a little extra and she’ll call you
“Daddy”, she’ll even let you spank her.
If not for Daisy he’d be locked away
And I’m sure he wouldn’t last a day.
Daisy’s a specialist saviour.
She’s not cheap, she charges by the hour
And they abuse her hour after hour.
She’s a good little girl with large brown eyes
But I know that all she wants is to die.
Mothers tell their children to say a prayer
For Daisy D. but the children don’t know her.

by D. Diedrich

Copyright August 2006