IN DEFENSE OF EXOTIC DANCING

Unlike most patrons of gentleman's club, I saw strippers as misunderstood artists who use their bodies as their instrument. I even used poetry as a gratuity to show I was a kindred spirit. Silly, huh?

It hath been decreed throughout this land

Artistic expression's in danger of being banned

No longer can we speak with a single voice

They've taken from us: "The Freedom of Choice"

Policy's being dictated by a selected few

With narrow minds and points of view

They have this belief that Exotic Dancing

Is something akin to Harem Prancing

These determined Daughters of Terpsichore

Will not be subjected to asinine bureaucracy

They've been guaranteed the constitutional right

To exhibit their talents beneath the limelight

Though they appear as mere objects of male lust

I suggest we bestow upon them an overdue trust

To employ their experience and intuition

Instead of disgust, let's grant admiration

I vote we present to these Ladies of Fantasy

Our understanding...respect...and courtesy!

Author's Note

I am very open to suggestions because this was more or less written on the fly