Arrogance

This arrogant stud came down with a thud,
when he tried dragging me into his mud.
He tried hard to maintain conversation,
his motive was purely for his own elation.
Hoping to get me into his bed later,
is he my friend, or his own masturbator?
He’s getting desperate and trying much harder,
treats me like food he takes out of his larder.
I’m wondering why he won’t hire a hooker,
oh yes, I forgot, he won’t pay for a looker.
Instead he will bother me when I am busy,
this Internet Café is making me queasy.

I’ve paid for an hour to use this computer,
I see him next to me, stare at his hooter.
Then I look back at my monitor screen,
my silence will show I’m not very keen.
After tonight he won’t be around,
a missed opportunity makes his heart pound.
I’m under great pressure to jump straight away,
he’s far too impatient to wait for a day.
We could meet again, but he’s shaking his head,
it’s now or never, come quick to my bed.

He’s barking his orders to let him have fun,
he gets more persistent when I give him none.
He hates a refusal, his face drops a mile,
he’s no longer pleasant, I’m not worth a smile.
He sits and complains that I wasted his time,
I hired a computer, so he wasted mine.
Trying his hardest to make me feel guilty,
he tells me that I screwed with his sanity.
If this is the way he gets when he’s refused,
I’m glad I didn’t let myself be used.