She Doesn't See Me

With her large beautiful eyes,

She sees everything,

But she doesn’t see me,

She’s silently on the prowl,

Hoping this is her lucky night,

But she doesn’t see me,

She’s dressed for attracting attention,

She flashes a lot of skin,

I’m blinded by the glare,

But she doesn’t see me,

Batting her eyelashes at buff young men,

She’s lost her winning edge,

And that she cannot see,

But someone wants to dance,

And that someone happens to be me,

She thinks she’s desirable and a hot commodity,

And she says I’m too wrinkled and worn,

I’m on the record but no longer wanted,

My feelings are ripped and torn,

Left as unclaimed property,

And shoved to the side,

She’s forgotten that I love her,

Even while I’m crying inside.

Beware of the Hypnotist

I’m not usually a prude,

Although I’m rather quiet and shy,

What happened one night when out with friends,

Made me seem like a different guy,

I went up on stage with others of my group,

“Take a deep breath,” I heard someone say,

“Relax and enjoy what your mind lets you do,

Each of you will have fun today!”

I’m not sure how long I stayed,

But my mind was completely at ease,

One of my friends asked if I’d dance again,

“That was an awesome striptease,”

“That’s ridiculous,” I angrily said to her,

She grinned, “Oh, you don’t realize you were a hit,

But I know what I saw, and I saw enough,

I’ve got pictures on the cam to prove it,”

Those cam pictures looked a lot like me,

I was dancing amidst the raucous din,

Evidently I was having the time of my life,

But how could I show so much skin?

The hypnotist snapped her fingers,

I got dressed with pomp and style,

I fell back into a total trance,

Except for my great big smile,

If you should go downtown for fun,

And there’s a late, late, show,

Be prepared to divulge your secrets,

That only you should know….

Seduction

I thought I had no choice,

Right from the very start,

She skipped the formalities,

And went right for my heart,

She created the illusion,

That she was tall and slim,

And her silken voice compelled me,

To obey her every whim,

She said I was one of several,

Who were written on her list,

She was determined to catch each one,

To see what she had missed,

I was tempted to flee and hide,

But she said all the right things,

My money flowed like water,

And disappeared along with a diamond ring,

I wondered if her men were all alike,

She said we were much the same,

I asked her why she was manipulating me,

She replied, “It’s part of the game,”

I thought I could read her signals,

But she was playing on my need,

My anxieties and discontent,

 Took me wherever she wanted to lead,

Her spell was woven very tight,

I could not escape each deadly phrase,

Her other captives were equally servile,

They were all in a daze,

Stay away from the station at Newberry Park,

Even though a subtle voice calls,

For a temptress awaits in the dark,

You might be trapped within the walls,

There should have been an hourglass,

Painted with the deepest red,

Yet she didn’t display such a sign,

I think she kept it hidden instead,

You’ll be caught in her web of lies,

If you once hesitate,

For she is a black widow spider,

The kind that eats her mate.