She Dances

For today’s prompt, take a line from an earlier poem (preferably from this month) to begin your poem for today. For instance, I took the final few lines of my poem from day 12 to start my example poem below. So scan through your earlier stuff to figure out where to start today.

I stole the first line from my April 4th poem, Let Freedom Ring.

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She Dances

So they might shed their burdens,
she dances to distract the puny men,
worn down from living too long.

They pay to see her topless,
though they can’t touch.
They just crave her attention.

They want to hear a female voice
that isn’t sarcastic or nagging
and apparently without judgement.

She raises her glass with their liquor,
laughs at their tasteless jokes,
grins at their clumsy innuendos,

so they might suspend their disbelief
and relive the days long past
when they were young and sexy
like her.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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