Love on the Pole



Den of darkness, cold and alone

Smells foul and fair, smoke in the air

Money flows and music goes

Though by myself, I am not alone



Angels on stage, scar of childbirth clear

Beer by the bundle, Vigilant Paco, watching for trouble

Star and Diamond, X-tacy, Traci, Lakisha, Venicia

Carmen, Simone, Zoe, Chloe, and Jo

One can gaze at them and know



Secret sanctum, secrets covered in cloth

Little lies so sweet, so true

Whisper in my ear

In the VIP room, baby take it off



Shaking, avoiding my eyes

Dancing, hoping for dollar bills on your thighs

In my heart, escaping the wife

Praying that crabs, your crotch not be rife



And if they are, that denim will save me

You had me up until that last stanza...oye vey...

And I was most proud of that.