A New Woman

THE POLE

she walked down the hall.
she hopped onto stage.
Wearing her bikini top and thong.
And away she goes, spinning out of control.
The room goes fussy.
She's still busy.
Spinning around and down, she goes back to the top spins back down.
Money thrown everywhere.
She dances around, holding the pole with one hand and away she goes.
She's shaking her booty.
Guys whistling, girls screaming.
Some dreaming.
she liking strutting her stuff.
She got loads of money in one night.
had free drinks, free club music and a life.
So she got out and went home.
Now she goes everynight...
Making $400 dollars every night.
Singing her way to fame, way to fame dancing her way tonight.
Come on babes she was right here and she wants her tips.
until suddenly she was caught sixteen, wagging school for this job.
Her uncle caught her.
She felt disgusted he comes to see them and he saw her?
Boy is she so busted?
"Hell came from this.
Pleasure will never last.
Being sneaky and dishonest is not a young woman and it is not something that can last.
An act will always fade."


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