Memoirs of a Russian Lap Dancer

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Memoirs of a Russian Lap Dancer

gofor42
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since 2000-01-23

Posts 143
Arkansas

0 posted 2000-09-14 01:13 PM

The man thought he was sitting in the hot seat,
But in reality just had a giant panda strapped to his ass;
And the fuzzball was getting rather irate.
I stretch,
Gyrate,
And move to the music;
He stares straight ahead with glazed eyes.
Loud,
Undiscernable music blares through tired speakers,
And a strobe light flickers like my vital signs.
This automatic existence,
The jerky choreography,
A robot could do what I do with ease.
But I'm flesh and blood,
And when I grind,
Gearts don't mesh.

"If you can't annoy somebody, there's little point in writing."
--Kingsley Amis

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