BT'S Gentleman's Club
I have stains on my jeans
from last night.
Glitter on my finger tips.
Man, I really need to shower.
Since last night,
no one has wondered where I’ve been.
Man, I really need to shower,
Wash away the clump that sticks my hair onto my skin.
No one has wondered where I’ve been
because I am no one.
I’ll wash away the clump the sticks my hair onto my skin,
another day from today.
Because I am no one,
I am just like you.
Another day from today,
It would be my last day.
I am just like you,
Glitter on my finger tips.
It would be my last day
I have stains on my genes.
from last night.
Glitter on my finger tips.
Man, I really need to shower.
Since last night,
no one has wondered where I’ve been.
Man, I really need to shower,
Wash away the clump that sticks my hair onto my skin.
No one has wondered where I’ve been
because I am no one.
I’ll wash away the clump the sticks my hair onto my skin,
another day from today.
Because I am no one,
I am just like you.
Another day from today,
It would be my last day.
I am just like you,
Glitter on my finger tips.
It would be my last day
I have stains on my genes.
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A poem about strip clubs.
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