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

Image Credit:Nicole Geri

Daniel J. Flore III’s poems have appeared in many publications.  His fifth poetry book, WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN, can be found here.