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I Taking advantage of the milestone age, Prowling the night by myself, I pull into an unfamiliar stone ring of parked cars, Locked the car, and walk-clinked against ground-level stones Until I pulled the handle of the main door To my first bar/club entry. Hesitation and nervousness showed up When I presented my license identification to the bar staff... But if they let me in at all, Suppose I don't give off an adolescent vibe anymore. Seeing my work boss rock out with his band bros, Freak Show, turned me from nervousness and silence Staring at a random TV channel To responding to Jamie's audience calls, To dancing like my mom, Robert Barone, and anyone I could think of, To dancing with other people I never met, One woman swooning over my self-initiative to dance at all, And resulted in clogged eardrums Rock and rolled Give it time, This side of me is awakening. II After circling Berkeley Springs And realizing I passed up Hillbilly Heaven bar [I mistook it for a car dealership], l crossed the street into a new-to-me adult audience realm. Outdoor setting, speakers and techno-colored lights, A mechanical bull available for riding, ******** Rock music, Women grinding each other playfully to the music, Busts that only my eyes could see to believe, All under a starry curtain of a sky. III Closer to home, The parking a trick That took one circular trip to land a legal spot. Another unroofed setting, Downed three Sprite sodas, Pretending to make a pavilion stake a stripper pole, dancing slow up-and-down, Dancing the same stand-still body-rocking moves each song Only to support the music being brought by Freak Show. I sat next to a Dr. Pepper co-worker Who laughed dangerously the entire night I saw him. I shook my ***** with a stranger woman Like two Newton ***** clinking each other rhythmically. Thanks to supporting staff and benefactors! IV Taboo Gentlemen's Club, The security check-in churned my feelings Into thinking, I was lying, Lying to myself and to security. But I wasn't negotiably. I passed the metal scan And paid my way in. Strippers, poles, birthdays With spanking. Luxury chairs, Flying money. Maybe there's no club I can join, But there's always room to join the club.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
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I Taking advantage of the milestone age, Prowling the night by myself, I pull into an unfamiliar stone ring of parked cars, Locked the car, and walk-clinked against ground-level stones Until I pulled the handle of the main door To my first bar/club entry. Hesitation and nervousness showed up When I presented my license identification to the bar staff... But if they let me in at all, Suppose I don't give off an adolescent vibe anymore. Seeing my work boss rock out with his band bros, Freak Show, turned me from nervousness and silence Staring at a random TV channel To responding to Jamie's audience calls, To dancing like my mom, Robert Barone, and anyone I could think of, To dancing with other people I never met, One woman swooning over my self-initiative to dance at all, And resulted in clogged eardrums Rock and rolled Give it time, This side of me is awakening. II After circling Berkeley Springs And realizing I passed up Hillbilly Heaven bar [I mistook it for a car dealership], l crossed the street into a new-to-me adult audience realm. Outdoor setting, speakers and techno-colored lights, A mechanical bull available for riding, ******** Rock music, Women grinding each other playfully to the music, Busts that only my eyes could see to believe, All under a starry curtain of a sky. III Closer to home, The parking a trick That took one circular trip to land a legal spot. Another unroofed setting, Downed three Sprite sodas, Pretending to make a pavilion stake a stripper pole, dancing slow up-and-down, Dancing the same stand-still body-rocking moves each song Only to support the music being brought by Freak Show. I sat next to a Dr. Pepper co-worker Who laughed dangerously the entire night I saw him. I shook my ***** with a stranger woman Like two Newton ***** clinking each other rhythmically. Thanks to supporting staff and benefactors! IV Taboo Gentlemen's Club, The security check-in churned my feelings Into thinking, I was lying, Lying to myself and to security. But I wasn't negotiably. I passed the metal scan And paid my way in. Strippers, poles, birthdays With spanking. Luxury chairs, Flying money. Maybe there's no club I can join, But there's always room to join the club.
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27/M/West Virginia
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
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