You swing and sway to the beat of man’s heart

Sweat of your skin glistening like diamonds

For fifteen minutes you are a superstar

Never minding the indignity of your moves

You shake and molest your mountains of silicone

Drawing careful attention to your manufactured body

Your house of sin

You writhe and slither

With sharp precision

Like a snake

You lead the weak to their doom

To burn in hell among their lustful thoughts

Pulling them away from the good women waiting for them

Away from wholesomeness

And into perversion

You own the room

With your hair of liquid gold

Body of fire

And heart of stone.

You disgusting, vulgar piece of trash

You have no shame at all

Dancer on a pole...

I envy you

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