Dirty Old Mall Walker

Dirty Old Mall Walker
by Ivan Jenson
I break no laws
staring five seconds
too long at
a female’s
mid-afternoon
midriff
and I take it as
a visual gift when
a woman bends
to adjust her heels
and reveals
her Grand Canyons
those great
wonderbras
of nature
and when
she sports
short shorts
I fight the urge
to follow
her swish
to fulfill
the fantasy
of doing it
in a Victoria’s Secret
dressing room
maxing out my
Master Card
and then
dying happy from
sugar daddy’s
cardiac arrest