The 70 Year Old
Her clown-like behavior & dancing half-nude on a pole
“Always so good to see ya!” & all that rigamarole.
She was indeed half-crazy; yet her clients were obstinate,
That she was a beauty indeed with boobs oh-so prominent.
They seemed to just ignore the obvious perception;
That she was missing all her teeth, not at all a deception.
However, I can’t help myself as to wonder intently;
If she had been 20 and not 70 and driving a Bentley.
For back in the day, she very well may have been
A lot easier on the eyes, forgive me Father, for I Sin.
This poem is about:
My community