It’s not so good
being the failed superhero
‘computer repair man’
when a pretty woman
with excited eyes
finds a true ruse
to bring me to her private rooms.
“In order to identify the problem,
I need to conduct a system test”.
I turn the computer on,
move the mouse,
click the keys,
and see her pleasure fade
like the last train leaving
as I discover
she needs five hundred pound,
her broken machine.
Oh, to be a fertility God,
“in order to identify the problem,
I need to conduct a system test,
please relax, undress;
and enjoy.”
Some fantasies are so lightweight.