The King of Porn

Copyright Christopher Pimental, 2006, The Train Wreck Chronicles

The King of Porn

You're a pretty girl
a dirty girl
a third world
flirty girl
snaggin' the light
til I walk in

then
it's
just
BOOM!
baby,
digital zoom,
baby,
on me
every eye
in the room
comes alive,
and my roll
sucks you in
like a fly
to the meat

so you walk
my way
that Latina sway,
your hips in play
thinking you can
hang
with a hitter
like me.

But you ain't shit,
you see?

Just another
wanna be
star to be
gonna-be-porn-star
whore to me,
and
I've had
so many
flavors
I can´t even
see
the menu
through the trees
anymore.

Man, it ain´t even
fun for me
anymore.

But
it stacks the
cash,
and I like
that ass
so come with
me
and let me be
the one
to
promise you diamonds
and
deliver you pearls,
coke up your
mind,
ruin your world
when I
lower the Roof
to cave in
your
in-
hib-
ish-
ins.

Yeah baby,
feelin' slow,
a little tipsy, huh?

That´s good.

Now
sign this
while I strip
you down
to your bald
Brazil
in front
of the lens
and
the lights.

It don´t
seem right?

Trust in me.
No one will see,
accept overseas.

That´s right,
listen to me.

Hear what I say,
not what I mean,
'cuz
whatever I say
there ain't no way
it ain't gonna play
all over the world.

Girl,

now, shut up and
kneel down
beside
what´s left
of your dignity,
then
look up
and smile
when you finish
me,
'cuz in the morning,
see,
you won't remember
me,
or
remember a thing
til
someone you know
downloads the clip
or
buys the CD.

Pay check,
you ain't shit to me.





(The Train Wreck, baby. Rollin'.)