A New Poem Just For You

"Red Light Special On Demand"

Her golden skin burned
Under the glowing, fluorescent red light
That claimed she was the special

I watched her writhe
I watched her dance
Awkwardly
I watched her eyes
Glazed-over
And
Uncompromising

Her hair tussled with each whip
And her hips swayed
Left, right, right, left

She tried hard to be enticing
But the vacant look in her eyes
And painted-on face
Made it difficult to arouse
Other than sneaking suspicions

I took in every inch of her over-developed body
I could tell she went to great lengths
At the presentation
All for naught

She was a student of the glitter factory
And make-up advertisements
Taken far too seriously

Time better spent
On the art of dancing
Instead of on enhancing
For it is in how the woman moves
That moves a man to spend
Such a timeless structured form of seduction
And she just cannot grasp it

I begin to feel sorry for this girl
Up on stage
In need of money, tips to bargain for,
Supporting her poor bastardized children
Two- to be exact-
A boy and a girl- The American Dream

Now her struggle is the truest American Nightmare
And each night she gets up on that stage
Performs for perverts and miscreants
Who toss wrinkled ones and twos
She loses a piece of the sense she once had of herself
Aspirations to be a doctor or a nurse, at best
Went out the window
The first time she spread her legs
To accept her lover's seed
And the few moments of wet pleasure

Now she looks upon herself
As someone who could have had it all
But presently struggled down the hall
In six-inch red high heels and such tired legs
Once wrapped around the handsome, lonesome lover
Now can be found wrapped around a cold, metal pole
Of desperation
Center-stage
Name called

She only wanted the attention
Well, she got what she wanted
But she'll never want what she's getting
Is it what she deserves
A lonely mother of two
Caught up in the arms of desire

"A used-once-and-destroyed
Stripper-for-hire"