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.

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A poem about strip clubs.