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Never Party With Strippers!
2004-10-19 - 12:36 a.m.


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Never party with strippers!


They will only depress and annoy you.


They wailed about the room


obnoxious, obvious and loud


a flailing of extremeties, arms,


legs, pool cues, danger,


the eyes like a mischevious child,


looking for what they could get into next.


I looked at those eyes and saw a child


molested beyond comprehension


by some creepy uncle, her


emotional mind, frozen there,


stunted, unable to grow, a


dying daisy in blighted ground.


"I peirced my hood? Wanna see?"  she said,


taunting the room.


I leaned over, "I didnt see anything," I drawled


matter-of-factly, dead pan, nothing more annoying


than the offer to flash genitals and not seeing them,


and the attention in the room shifted away,


willowing her mind back to her problem,


the spotlight away, thinking of the past,


of the present, of herself.


Never party with strippers!


They will only make you sad!


"HERE!  HERE!  SEE! SEE!" she shrieked


and pulled open her pants,


reavealing the fatest, ugliest pussy


I'd ever seen. 


I felt somber.  I felt sorry.  I felt sad.


They pranced around the room all night,


with flashes of titties and non-sensical chatter,


trying to make themselves feel all right,


comfortable, at home,


in this strange house,


where the children had gone,


the wife had taken them, and the cue ball


from the pool table when she left,


drunk skin heads louting about,


pulling his pierced cock out,


chattering about anal-ease to the strippers


as they lunged at each other with pool cues.


Action! Motion!


"Its like a bad acid trip that wont end,"


my friend said,


and the girls were a shrieking empty pit


of voracious appetite for attention,


taking it when they could get it,


giggling as some guy forced them onto the pool table


and groped their breasts crudely.


Never party with strippers!


They'll only make you feel bad!


When you try to get up and rap


with your band,


they will drown you out atonally


with bad singing, try to play your instruments,


and look at you with child-like eyes,


that speak of the unfairness of the world.


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