From: chipman@sirius.com (Tallguy) Subject: ASS-C: AFTSD -- Oh, How the Mighty Have Fallen! Date: Thu, 03 Dec 1998 06:03:46 GMT Oh, How the Mighty Have Fallen! A poem by Tallguy Every male, young or old, at some point in his life Is introduced to that naughty place that causes so much strife A world in which women of every size, color and shape Perform acts of debauchery and lust for all to see on tape A world in which no male can turn away with scorn A world that captivates us all, a beautiful world called porn Porn is a place where men can view some of their favorite fantasies Which soon become etched in their slightly perverted memories Performers who become favorites and enter into our twisted dreams With names like Ashlyn, Porsche, Nina, Christy and Harry Reams But alas dreams are like gossamer, ethereal and fleeting Not grounded in reality, no possibility of really meeting Then, one day, looking through the morning paper, an ad catches your eye Announcing that one of your favorite porn stars is in town-oh my! Excited you hurry down to the club where she will be dancing Hoping to see your star do more than just a little prancing The lights go down and a voice comes over the speaker, garbled and loud Blaring out a muddled mix of hard rock that is supposed to fire up the crowd The voice commands the audience to give the star a big a hand As she struts out into the stage like a tigress surveying her land But you notice something is a little different, not what it should be Sitting there in your broken down chair in the half-empty New Century Her face, hips, stomach - everything seems a bit, well, bigger and wider Lumbering her way down the stage, the ubiquitous lotion and dildo beside her A trickle of applause is heard as she unzips her dress and unbuttons her top Revealing a layer of flab and wrinkles so awful you want to yell "Stop!" She makes her way to your corner of the stage, looking in your direction Holding her drooping breasts, making you lose the last of your initial erection But your weak smile is interpreted as wanting to become part of the show As she pulls you on stage, pinning you beneath her massive frame below Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she releases you back into the keep Causing the slightly bored audience to awaken from their dancing-induced sleep The last song ends with a crashing thud and she waves her flabby arms in the air Giving the signal for her lackey/manager to pick up any crumpled bills left up there She announces that she's available for Polaroid's and dances to for her lucky fans to see All you can think about is how quickly you can get away from this shameful travesty On the way home, you pause and remember her in her former sexual glory Instead of what you just witnessed, a sagging, aging star, looking very hoary You vow never again to watch your another former fantasy girl fall apart before you Which lasts until you see another ad for another favorite star dancing in a new venue Glutton for punishment or maybe just pining for the porn stars of yesteryear You will be there, up at the front of the stage, watching yet another sagging rear El Fin Tallgu