The old man’s life is a slowly sinking ship,
and as captain he must keep her on course.
He jettisons goals and dreams in a
frantic effort to keep his vessel afloat.
The once valuable cargo now threatens his
command and the sea-worthiness of his craft.
He knows the hull will soon be swamped and
the bridge will slip below the water’s surface.
He has done his best to man the helm,
but he knows that won’t matter when
the rotted hull sits on the ocean floor
and his dreams become jetsam
and his ideals flotsam.
I'm just a gigolo...
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OK. The truth be told, I guess I was a gigolo at one time.
I wasn't trying to be. But a woman I had sex with paid me for my time. It
started cuz I missed w...
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