Strippers
If there is one thing that every man must love,
Would be to dance the dance of keebler elves,
The horizontal mambo with you and her and maybe three,
Maybe if paid enough you’ll be a friend to me,
I dressed my best and tied my little power tie,
And simply splashed on that cologne with smile,
Oh sweet Candy I swear that I will be,
The best you’ve ever had in time you’ll come to see,
When I’m done you’ve begun to sleep so peacefully,
Now this is all that I could hope, you dance erotically,
You seduce and play these games and tease me desperately,
I swear to you if I was thirty-two instead of sixty-three,
Your world I’d rock with just one knock upon your bedroom door,
Just to make sure I think I’ll cure this aching heart of yours,
With this pill I will be dill and fill your oven full,
With this loaf of old limp bread,
Like new and full shall it ever be,
Pop one and two, I should be good for hours full and long,
Your screaming moans are all that I could ever want,
Now in the hall I stand and face your door,
And nervous as I start to get my sweat drips to the floor,
And rapping once then twice to see if you would answer,
I don’t think that you could have grabbed me any faster,
In the room she pulled with gleeful smile upon my face,
Inside my chest there I could feel my heart begin to race,
Oh candy please I want to dear but I think that I cannot,
For if this I do I fear that I will be here longer not,
But still she pulled and tugged away and so the clothes came off,
If only I had thought a moment I would be in this box,
There is a lesson to be learned here if you take the pill that’s blue,
One is more than plenty, trust me don’t take two,
What once was the best night of my life,
Or so it went while in my head,
Instead of getting hard for stripper Candy,
I just wound up dead.
poem by Joseph Skytta
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