Friday, June 01, 2007
The Business
The Mayor's son-in-law owns a sleazy club
on the flood-prone side of the river.
The dancers wear bikinis
no matter how their names thrill
from the marquee in front.
If you're invited to stay past legal closing hour,
"Jade" & "Kaylina" remove all for you
& will wiggle their butts on your lap,
but it's mostly views & booze,
bottom shelf at top row prices.
After awhile the bright lights come on,
the girls abruptly stop,
walk directly to the ladies room,
their faces sweaty & vacant,
as a fat man in a rumpled suit shouts,
"That's all, everyone has to leave."
(1982)
From eyewitness information supplied by a county employee.
on the flood-prone side of the river.
The dancers wear bikinis
no matter how their names thrill
from the marquee in front.
If you're invited to stay past legal closing hour,
"Jade" & "Kaylina" remove all for you
& will wiggle their butts on your lap,
but it's mostly views & booze,
bottom shelf at top row prices.
After awhile the bright lights come on,
the girls abruptly stop,
walk directly to the ladies room,
their faces sweaty & vacant,
as a fat man in a rumpled suit shouts,
"That's all, everyone has to leave."
(1982)
From eyewitness information supplied by a county employee.
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