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2AM Blisters

I’d like to believe that

I am one of the few people alive

That’ll jog three miles home

From the strip club

Piss drunk

At two AM

In my jeans

And flannel

While my toes

Blister


I’d also like to believe that

I am one of the few people

That have had a stripper tell him

To stop trying to seduce her

While she gave him a lap dance

By just

Looking into her eyes



But


I have a feeling

That

Those words have probably been spoken

By stripper

To a young and eager fella

Thousands of time

And I am just desperate to appear as something like


Unique.


. . .


Oh well,

Ava gives one hell of a lap dance -

She almost makes the fifty dollars

Worth it.


Maya, unfortunately, doesn’t.


CH 9/27/23



 
 
 

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