3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,612

They'd swear me underachiever and cheapskate
Buying hookers cups of coffee, four or five
Or sunrise, there where blowjob busied thrive,
My pay off kisses, licks of balding pate.
I met Bitch while I was in slacker state,
Her pick up line just one word laughed to drive
Me crazy, homo, but I lurched alive-
I had to stick it right to her, negate.
When I met Cheeky Chick's eyerolls she stuck
Her tongue right out at me, averse-provoked,
And, loser, sighed, by frisson I was stoked,
She only let me do her dogged luck.
Now sex robots, unlike girls, field their faults,
I like their putdown pick up lines, no schmaltz.

(Chorus)

o faults
o blemishes
o defects