sonnet At times I hanker

At times I hanker after whores on streets
Cheap sunglasses and bogus beards my props
Id likely look down ladies plunging tops
Fine pushup bras and nipples nothing beats
Id valet fancy villain vehicle fleets
Odd days Id take my time in bribing cops
Id corner druggie debts at brown bag drops
Id siphon corporation tax chart cheats
Now Im nudged to nudes those auction sculptures
Great beauties hewed by hands grown lily white
Vamped up by disarming sheltered vultures
Crack catalogues assuredly delight
My karma says one last white collar scam
Now know Ive got a girl wholl push a pram
Chorus scam chicane fraud