"stipper" poems
welcome to my life
full of glitz and glamour
**** and clamor
stipper poles and alcoholic binges
dark holes and ***** syringes
happiness then suicide
smiles and selfish pride
i get so high
and fall so low
i get so happy
and then i just dont know
what am i doing here in this god forsaken place
the guitar helps me get through
the words help me make sense of it all
melody flows through me
the butterflys churn endlessley in my stomach
waiting for the crowd to assemble
waiting for the silence to rumble
waiting for the stage to go dark
waiting for the spotlight and the spark
and then i sing
o
i sing
to everyone and to no one
and then all my glorious, decadent **** for a life somehow shines
when those empty sea of eyes meet mine
and i sing a song
and i sing a song
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
As my mind,
fades away from the day...
And the night sets in,
diffetent things will soon begin...
A splash of water,
to clean the skin....
A bite to eat,
before i begin my feat...
I'll comb my hair,
so girls beware...
I'll hop in my car,
no need to go far....
A strip club around the block,
that's right were I'll stop...
My favorite stipper,
Cinnamon beware....
A gorgeous black girl,
man i swear...
The color of her skin,
gives her her name...
A body so fine,
she needs to be all mine...
With a sent of Jasmine,
is what keeps me swearing...
I love her so,
will she be mine...
The one thing i know,
it will take money and time...
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC