Submissions by sunnysayz2002

I grew tired of the neon lights and country music, in the small hick town where I would dance.
For small hick town men
who had fat hick town wives.
I grew tired; tired of the sweaty dollars they would jam in my top.
Brushing their calloused hands against my breast,
I would meet their eyes; they were such scared pathetic men, like deer caught in headlights.

Sometimes I would get tired from counting, I made more than enough.
I never lost a day’s sleep
Nor cared about right and wrong.

He owned that bar for years, and everyone said when I...