- Erotic Poetry
- New Stripper's Lament
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Nobody knows:
my new job’s stripping naked.
And I don’t know how much longer I can fake it.
The guys—they aren’t bad
I think they’re quite glad
When they see all that I’m shakin’.
By the end of my dance
I’m feeling kinda gush-y.
I can indulge my new needs
And no one says I’m pushy.
I squat and I bend
I spread my rear end
I show off my pink pussy.
Now how do I tell
my new guy what my job is?
He seems okay—his family’s kinda snoot-ish.
As soon as I’m able
I’ll reserve them a table
They’ll find out who Betty Boob is!
- COMMENTS
Campus773 months agoThis question is probably in the mind of many of the strippers I have seen on stage. The young college girls, the older pros and the drugged up has beens. What do I tell my new friend? I guess showing is the best reward.
Peter_Cleveland3 months agoAn enjoyable poem. The off-rhymes contribute a nice discordant note to Betty's awkward job situation--lawful but not what your in-laws would call respectable. Personally, I think Betty should tell her BF first. THEN she can tell his parents, over dinner at their country club. If they are still breathing after that, then she can invite them to see her at her workplace. Mom will almost certainly demur, but Dad surely will say yes.
