The pack is a dark silhouette

Gray smoke sagging over the crowd

The ever vigilant Louie scanning the crowd for a menace

There is always one

Ice serves warm draft and new scotch

Waiting for DJ mix-a-lot to cue my set

The pole is greasy from earlier use

I wish I wore my gloves

Beggars will ride

The glitter is so irritating to my sensitive skin

Costume too tight

My intro is coming

A steel trap encloses my mind

This… I don’t need to think about

This is just a job

Look all you want…

This is flesh only

Music deafening

Stilettos clicking to the rhythm  

So enthralling aren’t I

Watch

You like it when I bend over

Want to slap my ass?

Here  let me do it for you

Eye contact will bankrupt you

Private dance?

Don’t Touch

Your choice of music

Don’t Talk

Tissues in the corner

Money up front

Non negotiable

Do you think the band aid on your ring finger is fooling anyone?

So funny

I know you want to take me away from all of this

You can’t break through the veil

Nice try though

You aren’t smart enough

Just a job

Of Course honey they’re real

Christ get it over with

My legs are tired

I need a shower

Your dirtier than I feel

Finally

Of Course you’ll see me again

I dance Tuesday and Friday