Dancing on tables
She stayed home, all alone,
with her mind dull like stone,
while her amore did not last,
for her beau had a dull past.
She discovered a guy loose,
down town, buzzed by booze;
she favored him with a prize,
to hers and his own surprise!
But it was not her first time;
dancing on tables for a dime;
bunny equilibrium she learned,
on gyre felt her ears burned.
Imbibed conned loving chats,
an odd life, next to bar slats;
it was a pink, fluffy dimension,
so I presume but not mention.
Genuine artificial her feelings
pseudomartyr of fake reelings,
she waited around bar tables,
in edged joints dark and sable.
Gloomy acts, done down town,
with every customer a clown,
erotic feelings, a substitute,
within a mind dull but astute!
Thus hustled and paradiddled,
she kinda gamed a bit fiddled,
it was a reflective dedication,
out of her mental desperation.
She gave in, aft the 1st time,
all others are 2nd and sublime,
for her philosophical retention,
men were saluting on attention.
You will notice girls down town
depressing aptitude is abound,
adulterated by horrid panders,
dark is their life, full of slanders.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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