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ANDREW JACKSON IS MY PIMP
it takes exactly 4 beers
before I will approach
strippers
with my $20
for a lap dance
you’d think I was
asking a girl to prom
I’m so terrified
she will reject me
funny thing is
they never do
THIS SQUIRRELLY LOOKING STRIPPER GIRL…
sits next to me
with her eyeballs
in her iphone
and blabs on
about “negative energy.”
in this town,
it isn’t enough anymore
to have baby daddies
and flail around the pole
in your addiction
to get the attention of
the fat guy
that keeps making jokes
about fat people
with the secretly queer
old men and their motorcycle club
who all look like
everything I came in here
to get away from
THE FUTURE OF THE STRIP CLUB
with your credit card
you’ll be able to
to swipe the butt crack
of a stripper
I guess she’ll fart
if it gets declined
WITH THE NEON LIGHTS OF THE STRIP CLUB FLASHING
she’s too exhausted for
a poet
had gotten paid
good
by a muscleman
in a blues band
to be
his hanger on
at the strip club
and now that he’s gone
she’s depleted
in 8 minutes
the place closes
is there anything ecstatic
tonight
for me
I clutch
my beer
and wonder
