The lights are dimmed
A pall of anxiety covers the room
They’re waiting for the show
They’re waiting for the Vixen.
Lights stay dimmed
But a flicker in the distance
The smokey room cannot hide
The movement towards the front –
The image of a woman
Not a lady
But a human being
Crawling out onto the catwalk floor.
Easily she slithers up
Her body in perfect contour to the pole
Donned only in a corset
Of red and black lace
And blood red lipstick
She begins her sinful acts
This erotic dancer of sorts.
You can tell that alcohol
Is somewhat in play with this girl
As her eyelids are half open
And she seems only in a daze
As she goes up
And down
Does a little spin
That rewards the little whore
With applaud from the audience.
Though in the audience
Is filled with lackluster lives
You can see the true sufferer
When the money is all tossed onto the catwalk
And music ends
You can see her scurry
Along the catwalk, once again on all fours,
She scrounges – the prostitute
Gathers all her money as if her life depended on it.
But it does, doesn’t it?
We don’t care…
We just wait for the slut to leave the stage
We wait for a new site
This one bores us.
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Vixen Sinful Lipstick Dancer Corset Prostitute Alcohol
I tried very hard to make this one a strong write... I'd like feedback so tell me what you think!
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Good Write
You did a good job setting the imagery of the poem. You not only described the focal point of the poem well but you set the mood and ton before you ever even brought it in. Its a good poem. Your a great poet.
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very very good write. i think this is one of your best. i really like the imagery, you can picture what is going on.
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shank you!
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good job britty... i wanna read your story so hurry up and write more.. or you wont get my stry in return. muhahahahahaha
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I like it, the imagery is very powerful and striking - and the content is exactly what I was in the mood to read right now.
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