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Strip Club
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Monday, 23rd September 2002 @ 09:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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They come in and out,
staring and leaving.
Staring and leaving.
I have no face to them.
That’s fine.
They have no face to me either.
Let them look me in the eye.
Let them see my scowls and my pain.
This is what I do to survive.
I dance.
I shake.
They stare all they want.
I get a dollar and move on to the next customer.
It’s horrid, horrid, horrid,
and I get a dollar.
Sometimes, the outside isn’t personal enough for them though,
and they want to get to know me better.
When that happens, we go.
I shake for only them.
They stare at only me.
I get ten dollars for that.
I wonder how much they would pay me for a conversation.
Nothing probably.
There are only four things that I have to offer society,
and they’re all attached.
At least I’m making money.
At least I’m living.
That’s all that matters, right?
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Butterat_Zool
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2002-09-23 21:20:00]
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Re: Strip Club
(User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on
Tuesday, 24th September 2002 @ 01:12:24 AM AEST
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| actually...that's not all that matters...being happy with yourself and what you do is what matters. keep your chin up though :) |
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Re: Strip Club
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by Archie on
Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 11:00:49 AM AEST
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| I disagree with you on that one. I hope you find the conversation you are looking for. In either case, Keep writing. |
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