I put them all around town, in every phone box
Free advertising I had bills to pay baby.
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I waited around the phone, only one call,
"Hello Mr F of fine dancing,
Dam it wrong number, I waited for a few
More days and then the first one booked.

"Hello is the F in fine dancing,
"Yes it is how may I be of service madam,

"I have some friends coming around for an
Afternoon of book club but need to spice it up,

"Well I'm the man for the job madam,
"I'll be there around 7pm,

First job I got told their was extras included
My friend was in the job but fell from a table.
Health and Safety I told him now he is limp,
"Cant get it up a table,
"Cant get it a chair,
"Cant get it up anywhere,
If your limp there isn't no job for you anywhere.
He works at a beef burger joint that's the only
Meat he's flipping anywhere.

I knock the door and then it shut again,
It once again goes to shut once more,
A foot widens the gap a show stopper in the door.

"Madam you paid for my services,

"EXCUSE ME,  

"My card madam,

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"What, "What, "Wh...,

She carried on as I walked in my 80's ghetto
Blaster I released on the fine oak table.
Right ladies here we go who's the
Luckily lady who gets me first.

They all point to each other screaming excitedly,
Its nice to be so wanted. I press play,
"You cant beat the sound of tape,
The sound echoes around their pad,

"Do you want the snake,
"Climbing upon your silken legs,
"Baby its what you waited for,
"in-between,
"In-between,*
"In-b.,#,';'ppfgeemrmm..........,

"Dag nab it, my tape I wrote and sang that
Myself, my only copy. I hear a sigh.
Was that of relief or because they liked the song?
Its ok I have a CD as I throw it in to their player
Music pumps out and then I begin

Act I: Touch You Baby

I am who you have wanted all your life,
He touches each face smooth skin
Touches delicate features, caressing
Upon there wanting, each shudder and
Move in teasing denial.

Act II: Clothes Release

Many layers make the man as each pealed
Each thrown in to the crowd, jaws are
Wide open watching Velcro peal off.
One sitting on a chair I sit on her lap
Gyrate as she exhales in excitement
Moaning as I move, I jump up and
She inhales me in.  

Act III: Release The Beast

As clothes shed like leaves from a tree
So does but one leaf still hang modesty covered
But with cloth and sting.
The manly hair mature and grown shaped
As I am I lion ready To pounce.

"Excuse me what is with the stem on the leaf,

Act III: Continued

The Stem twitches, the leaf opens grown,
Released is the beauty for all on show,
"***,
"Ladies Shhh,
As the leaf opens the stem now shown
To the world on show now lets see who
Can hold the stem and the music goes.

"***, "***, is heard from all
Corners of the room, what was thought
As a wasted effort now most woman's dreams.
He dances around the room over excited a
Eye blackened by the mushroom.

An hour passes and fun has been had,
The leaf had many greens neatly tucked in.
He gives each of them a card.

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Lets them hold it once last time.
And numbers are written down,
But never kept as that's not professional
Most are married for one. What happens
Here stays here as no cameras aloud.

See some of you again I hope, I hear
words as I shut the door closed.

"He may be big, but wow that vine I
Could swing on anytime he wants,

"That was a surprise I could wear his
Chest hair he could keep me warm at night,

The day in the life of a fat stripper is never
An easy one. But by the way ladies if you
Wish some fine dancing and a surprise
That is on the card ring the number below.

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The point known as the beginning
Can only come in play
If something is causing it to begin
Therefor the big bang
Could not be the point of origin.
And we haven't got a clue

So I moved on from fixating on this subject.

It ran between both realms each was a track
One of darkness, One of light.
Every soul waited on the verge,
A precipice of the fallen waited
Purgatory was for those unable to wait
Descending
Plunging
Ebbing
In to the ether, as if drowning in nothing
Then gone. They still waited as the train  
Pulled in, First class was the light, pristine
Setting classical music reverberated
With delicate tones.
Second class, dilapidated seats standing
Were most as so many to fit in.
Some rode on top, not knowing the dangers as
Reapers like crows flew above, food
For the cloak, all were game as they
picked bone teeth.
The Soul train was never on time,

"Tickets please,

The conductor bellowed out,
That feather given at last heartbeat,
But some lost in that terminal moment.
Out in to the wilds where all manner of
Super naturals waited.
Hell hounds ripping souls like tissue paper
No longer at peace, but pieces ingested a worst fate,
Feral angels, thoughts of help, absorbing there souls
More consumed the more insane they fell.

"Last stop, seats please,

Was spoken out, as each carriage dethatched,
First class was engulfed in an ether of light, gently
Stopping caressed by clouds of white.
Second class was jolted as engulfed by brimstone
Flame, screams were swallowed as the carriage
Exploded and all souls were caged in eternal flame.
The soul train will ride again, which carriage
Will you ride, depends on the toils of your life.