No amount of mini-skirt,
push-up bra or chip-fat lip-gloss
can hide the child inside
the make-up and pig-tail pose.
So, excuse me sir
but what are those legs doing
wrapped around the back
of your fantasy?
They should be gangly
on a dodge-ball court
or dangling from a shopping cart, but
before stamping a well-heeled Western boot
all over The Orient, all aboard HMS Hypocrite
for a trip around the Horn of Wake-Up—
where language is more evolved than Man,
civilised is a millimetre on Time's ruler
and one man's paedophile is another's King.