I have my quaaludes and my drink,
Waiting for some poor sap
To think I'm here to listen to all his problems and dreams.
Slip him a mickey.
But then what will I do?
He'll be too big for me
To lug him through the lobby
Or up the stairs.
And, these days,there are too many cameras in elevators.
But even if I could get him up to my room,
What fun would it be
To take advantage of a sleeping pipi?

And this my friends is just one of the differences
That ensures a definite inequality
Of the sexes,
And a continuation of the violation
Of anyone who finds him or herself
In a vulnerable situation.

-jenn