Pole dancer

Pole dancer

The club was really buzzing, has she stepped onto the stage, she saw a hundred faces, through the dry ice haze

There it was her tool of the trade, a full length shiny rod, now its time to shake her thing, to show her gifts from God

Music starts its rhythmic beat, she slides up to nice and tight, she lifts herself clean off the ground, her legs are spread just right

The crowd cheer, as she spins round, her hair just touched the ground, she doesn't hear anything except a booming sound

Sparkles on her outfit send rainbows through the place, a million coloured prisms, shine on a punters face

Swirling round, one way, then spinning by just her legs, she catches glimpses of the patrons as they sup upon their dregs

Beer is cheap, entertainments free, they get to see some tits and ass, she wonders what she looks, through the bottom of a glass

But at least it is a place of work, it helps to pay the bills, she doesn't do extras or stuff against her will

The owner is fair to her, hell dancing keeps her fit, there are no private dances, no laps upon to sit

So if God see fit to give her, a awesome ass and rack, its only right to shake em, its giving something back

At the end of the night, she leaves the club, a pocket full of cash, aching and exhausted, she heads straight home to crash

Another night some dollars earned, she's come this far alone, the sun just starts to show its face, it's 4am she's home

Ron.