Fleeing the Mistress

Little ditty made up. (inspired by chat and new friend.)

On all fours' a memory, perfume and a fox.
Unknown to me the mistress chooses' a cock.
One in the gob, one nearing my arse
This online dating, its a blooming farce.

Not the hacker, Trojan horse, or internet crimes,
The highest threat, these modern times.
Now on the web it is you I think!
Dare you deny your ego's, on the brink ?

So lets lock you up' maybe losing the key.
Thus releasing your bond, I will be free!
However' in freedom a new chaos is risen.
They let you take your cocks ! Your cocks to prison !!!

Ba bum' tssh.

Alan :)