PERRIER-JOUETA Poem by Mockingbirdwith painted faces we bare our cheeks and swing our hips as the men dispense dollars and suck down their beer feeling good about themselves sharing a bond of complicity (tip the dj extra so when you're giving a lap dance he'll play 6 songs in a row.) in the champagne room two flutes from a bottle of perrier-jouet and we stroke their egos til they feel like a million bucks... it's two a.m. they walk to their cars with a smile on their faces glitter on their shirts and a hole in their wallet. she's working this tuesday. © 2014 Mockingbird |
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