Dance Bar girls
“Bar girls swaying seductively.
Ogled upon, lechered and showered by notes
Surely not lured the dancing damsels leeway
This the tale of these lovely doe eyed dames be
Graceful and quietly to soulful numbers atuned
Dancing with passion , dearly loved so
She moves as though the end is now fearfully close.
With eyes on the glassed dance floors transfixed
Staring at reflections of her own with minds adrift
Solace to many who to seek them may be
Charming and styled yet her life not all bright
Bares her heart to wannabe mates who care
Not many break away, wait all life to make good
Heroines who rule the roost in the same game go on
A price tag attached for the show they make on
A pricy possession, she allures, enacts and moves
But the bar dancers, beauties for real most wait on
At times endless in struggle they are webbed
Thoughts maimed and life shamed
Till they cease to be in the run of the mill
But who cares?
Regis
sorry to hear the art is being pan handled
Sadir Natyam & Silk Scarfs
Vickie
Who cares? I do.
Ron