Feelin' a little poetic...?

American Geishas Meeting Shipping Tycoons…

"So what, you're funny?" he says

With the easy glide of a man sailing over his wine

Getting to that point of just irrational enough

And condescending to the point of calling you a charity case

His sport coat and peppered hair exude the stench of impressive cigars in impressive cars

He is an old breed of businessmen looking for an American geisha

To treat his Pinot in just the right way and walk slowly in an ass hugging skirt

And laugh obsequiously at his appalling jokes

Knowing full well she is far wittier than he

She'll pour the Pinot as he swirls, swishes, and slurps

A wine-y of the most vomit inducing kind

Grazing her wrist in just the wrong way

He's an Aristotle Onassis without a Jackie

Younger men have fitter ships

So he'll erect a larger mast in compensation

For a sail that is too tattered to fly