Escape I was a teenager Neurotic Erotic - A wild creature! - Lacking any guidance of a caring adult Each day I rose at Dawn And left my squalid hateful home Riding a tattered bicycle through sordid muddy narrow winding streets of sweet Saigon To my favorite swimming Pool The dressing room was like Heaven! Naked pink fat wealthy-looking middle-aged Gods Meandering, wandering, loitering Displaying their mysterious masculine charms Unabashedly I loved to hang around Coyly admiring their divine Assets Curiously noting the wide variety in Shapes, sizes, colors... The afternoon I spent in class Abstractedly looking out of the French windows Or gazing at my teachers' Flies Completely lost in Reverie.