Little Billy's Porn

Fifteen years, from the day he was born,
little Billy’s cousin, introduced him to porn.
From a brown paper cover, the gift it was torn.
And set Billy’s course that strange birthday morn.
Later they ate cake, sang songs and blew horn,
but all Billy could think of was the wonderful new porn.
At dinner that evening as he ate cob of corn,
little Billy pondered and assumed a look forlorn.
His sister had seen his gift and had taken to scorn.
But Billy begged and pleaded, don’t tell Mom about the porn.
As months passed on, the magazine grew worn,
but Billy didn’t care about the photos so lorn.
His eyes had been opened by his evil cousin Bjorn.
Billy found new outlets for all his prized porn.
He found many a goddess he considered mythical Norn.

Now old and frail, the first magazine was dust.
Yet he continued to seek porn, for he felt that he must.
Years and years of hormone, and images of lust,
had turned little Billy into the scourge of Dallas.
He had met every prostitute most wouldn’t trust,
And hit on every teenage girl near the back of the bus.
Billy had a reputation of things blown by a gust,
each new arrest for vice was nothing less than just.
His stained white tank-top torn and draped over his bust,
he hiked up his old trousers and waddled to his heap of rust.
He knew his life had been wasted, like a child’s sandwich crust,
So he drove to his trailer as he mumbled and cussed,
about the day he’d received the present that caused all the fuss.
There he sat alone in that dark and dialed his brother Gus.
He confessed he’d done wrong, and wanted to adjust.

Gus was the opposite of Billy, he’d become a preacher man.
Out to his SUV, Gus sprinted and ran.
Of his degenerate brother, he’d never been a fan.
He recalled that as youngsters Billy’s magazines he’d ban,
only to find another one hidden nearby the can.
He pulled into the trailer park noticing Billy’s old van.
Billy opened his door frowning and holding a frying pan.
Gus noticed Billy’s white shirt was now much closer to tan.
They sat as Billy fixed breakfast, which was beer and canned ham.
Gus took to evangelize hoping that Billy would understand.
They hadn’t really spoken since Billy’s divorce from Jan.
But on this warm June morning, Billy finally took a stand,
and grasped that absence of pornography was an easy life to plan.
Gus slowly stood up and took Billy by the hand.
Billy was able to change his ways and get to the promise land.