Self Promotion

Politicians watch through the window of dawn liars and haters, nay sayers people whom love what they do hidding in the dark here not wanting to be seen as I take their pictures to help get things done rubbing yellow butter around on my breasts hypocrites my Godly mother once knew licking green grease off their fat swollen legs the pictures prove that I'm taking it all in lying down skin tight right up to the trees, dirty I feel inside on red bruised knees while all of those soft lights cast a glow as sweat beads on their heads form in the middle of their thick fat red necks eyes from they whom have paid to watch me a show while she smiling tells them about why it is that they each night come for the moon might be full inbetween each of my acts by the way one acts as though such behavior I brought home to him as up and down the pole they scream for while I dance some of them struggle to touch my ooohh and my aaahh steamy and hot the bodied warmth of so many fogs up the mirror in my dressing room slipping out back to where it is that I wait for my daddy to take me home.