Sexual repression as a defense mechanism

The creepy old guy sits at the strip club stage
but turns down every offer of private attention
Mostly he watches the foolish young men, envying their lack of sense
The only man in the place who is aware of his own pathos
The young girls see him as a challenge
The older ones know better and leave him alone
Fidelity pushed slightly over his own personal limit
He grins at the beautiful woman with the odd lipstick and large rear
She approaches him
He buys her a drink, some hideous cinnamon liqueur,
but rejects her offer of a shower show
She asks for his business card but he feigns their existence
She tells him a phone number that he promises to remember
but doesn’t

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.