A stripper he liked....

A stripper he once knew

and liked

called him

He answered immediately

But had enough mind 

To turn off the porn

On the TV

And not seem to desperate 

As he said

“Heeeyy” as cool

As he could.

 

She asked how he was

“Oh you know - living the dream”

And she said she was bored

And fancied a chat

And hadn’t spoken to him in a while

And she wasn’t a stripper anymore

“Really?”

“No I’m a hooker now”

“Oh Really?” he said wondering

How to find out her rates.

“Yeah I needed to get out

Of there, none of the guys were any good”

“What are your new clients like?”

“Well they mostly just want to talk

And to cry. They don’t actually want

To Fuck me”

“Really, That’s a surprise”.

“Easy Money” she said

 

And somewhere within him

Perhaps in his heart

More likely his cock

He weeped

But not in the climactic 

Way he would have liked.

Because she’d rather watch

Grown men cry

Than take his money

And make him smile.