I swear, I know none of these women, <br />and none of these cigars, <br />honey dont be tripping, <br />just step back in your car <br />and drive away, <br />away from this place, <br />this place aint for you, <br />this place isn't your taste, <br />no baby, i ain't hiding nothing, <br />but this is a strip club <br />thats got a vacancy for loving <br />you should leave, <br />im in a business meeting, <br />greeting and seeing, <br />other human beings, <br />about my music, <br />about some publication, <br />i swear, i didnt know this was the destination. <br />no baby, i dont like these women, <br />i support women rights and all that, <br />and then why, am i, <br />at a place where their bodies have a price, <br />you got a point baby <br />it is a little shady <br />and maybe i should get up and outta here quickly, <br />i wouldnt want my baby, up on that pole, <br />or my mother, grinding on the floor, <br />these strippers, are mothers, daughters and sisters, <br />surely, someones bound to miss them. <br /> <br />They are stripped of something for sure.<br /><br />Rachel Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strip-club-2/
