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I. The Rocker, The Lady, And The Sobibor Striptease



More nude than dead

This brings new meaning to the term

BONE

Adam's stolen rib is multiplied

And skin stretched tight spurs nausea



But what a bargain at six bills and a Coke



She leaves her (pyre?) platform

And the semi-graceful harpies

Circle the throng

Seeking paper to stuff in G-strings



I'm just going to drink my Coke



II. Fluorescent Pink



Strobing

Strobing

Black lites thrust fluorescent pink

Into the foreground



Clothing separated from flesh

Thru vision, beyond reality

As men line up to catch a glimpse

Of fluorescent pink

And thus, potentially

A subtler shade



I'm finished with my Coke



III. Ghetto Booty Snow Bunny



She's got some beef on them bones

My my

that ghetto booty snow bunny

With the dropped beats and skitters

Shorty got herself in deep

The roll keeps goin' on and on



I can tell that the fur's gonna fly

And it ain't gonna be pretty



She straddles his head

In sanitary 69

And his torso is gone

She stands to caress her lines

And receive the offerings of her followers

Sacrifices for a fertility goddess?

I'm sure they don't see it that way



I have another Coke in front of me



IV. The Fat Girl Don't Get The Cash (A Haiku)



Circling the room

No takers for a lap dance

She is pathetic



V. Atmosphere In A Minor Key



Paisley rockstar day-glo

Listens to the bass pluck

As Larry King and Colin Powell preside

Disembodied tlaking heads

Over hte secular landscape



Lucifer is alive and well and he lives in the pussy of a dancer

Waiting to take the stage somewhere

But not tonite in this building

Not tonite



I'm halfway thru my third Coke when we leave