old peoples' paradise

Old Peoples Paradise

The weather in and around the square was tepid,
in the public toilet a group of old men masturbated
as they showed each other pornographic pictures
of young people copulating. In the square fat, old
women naked and with a dildo around their necks,
sat on benches with their legs splayed apart, their
clitorises hang outside the vagina looking like erect
cocks of manikins. Permanently dissolute, they
stuck their tongues out beckoned to me to come lick
their leaking, garage sized Fannies.

The place reeked of musty bodies and clouds were
sheets, dripping urine. The grotesque ensemble got
up, obscenely wriggled obese behinds and bellies,
roomy enough to hide an elephant, and dangling,
empty breasts, danced, and wished me welcome to
the old folks Eden. I tried to run, but my years was
catching up with me; nearer they came, made a dash
for it to the public toilet, were I joined the old men
who were dreaming of fucking nubile girls of forty.