PLAYING A TRANSVESTITE or That Change of Life There comes a time In each mans life When he stops thinking of his wife And instead thinks of a ball player Or a cheer leader and how to lay her This isnt any idle talk He simply wants to take a walk Down a less trodden path And play some beauty in the soft place Perhaps a girl, perhaps boy Its really all about the joy Of someone new, so fresh, a spark Some summer madness in the park Perhaps its just the hormones changing Now the same sex can get him raging He even finds the strange transvestite Worthy of a look if dressed right And even with a little fear Hell ask the doll if shed like a beer And slip back to her motel room Because his heart is going boom And in that dingy barren place His arms reach out to find embrace And where his wifes most private parts Once excited him he learns to dart Around that gland he fears to see And keep his right hand very free To stroke the soft place that holds him tight As he comes with all his might He fills the condom full of sperm Proof that following his heart can learn Of new adventures and splendor earn For life can still exciting be Though sex this way can not come free The girl she needs to pay her rent And buy the clothes her tricks will spend Their dollars on her mini skirt And underwear that hides her works Bras that mold her plastic tits And lipstick for her swollen lips The worlds a very lonesome place For those who seek a TVs grace But when they fill her smart behind They find a moment so divine They cum again and frequently And now can treat their wife nicely For part of all the pent up rage Is disappointment in not getting laid