They Closed the Brothel

O brother, they closed the brothel! Beer and barmaid breath is closed. Banter with corsets and silk stockings withheld - the downy frown of ‘stache. The itch of a cattle drive — the rawhide chaffed and fettered, all the while driven by unholy sex. O brother, a frightful fight broke out like measles planted from head to toe. when you fantasized her soft skin, her tongue lash —all those miles and miles - the special one you call Maisy, but boards like bandaids hammered into place. No neon sign to contemplate. You bring yourself back home, poor soul, to your hot and bothered bride. There you find the ride you’d forgotten. You smile surprised. Only problem is she makes you bathe and shave, won’t allow you that chew or that beer. O brother, they closed the brothel! 2/23/2021 Contest: They Closed the Brothel Sponsor: Kai Neumann