Shame
Her sequin dress,
Strewn across the stage...
It lies below,
Her suspended cage...
Where she dances,
Skimpily clad...
For men old enough,
To be her dad...
Her sensual body,
Snares their eyes...
Her hips are slender,
With delicate thighs...
The sweat rolls freely,
Between her breasts...
She accepts the whiskey,
During her rests...
She takes the stage,
Yet again,
Dancing the pole,
For all the men...
She wears stiletto heels,
Her red hair wild...
They do not care,
That she is just a child...
They grope and touch,
This beautiful girl...
She smiles a fake smile,
For all the world...
Never does she,
Fail to please...
With her blue eyes staring up,
While she is on her knees...
She receives their money,
For doing her thing...
Tens and Twenties slipped,
Behind her G-String...
If daddy only knew,
Her claim to fame...
Her family knows her as Angie...
The men here call her,
SHAME........
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