I love women - wine and whisky
That will be one of the vivacious anecdotes to charm
The raucous air of a wayside in
And will aggravate the fright of the society plunging into puritan ethics
But when i utter words shocking and brave
You must know that the lecherous old man is speaking
I am a lecher and a lecturer
I am not a lecher because I am a lecturer
I may be weak and infirm
Trampling on campus with my bushy hair and revered beard
Here they come succulent and sensuous
Fresh and agile
Relegating me to the very depths of the Paleolithic age
Yet must I struggle with young men for the treasure
And when I cannot be daunted because of my looks
And experience is what triumphs
Let me walk with the young for the treasure
If I have the courage
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