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She wore her skirt short,
her lingerie to be seen.
Such sights aplenty!

Gawking, gawping eyes
lusted at shear nudity.
They burned with hunger.

She proudly stood in
ruffled edges of cheap chintz,
dimmed and stained with wear.

Though worn and weathered,
her shoes had seven-inch heels -
a platform for love.

She was hardworking,
a rough road for seven years,
never a complaint.

She saved her rewards,
wed an investment banker,
retired at 30,
and laughed her way to the bank.

The Boys Don'T Get Prettier At Closing Time

You're not going to see my 
picture 
on the cover of a magazine
And as far as worldwide travel 
goes 
here's the only place I've been. 

Now I'm not looking for an oil 
man, 
investment banker or movie 
star
But I'll be damned if I'm willing 
to play 
the part at a 2:00 am closing 
bar. 

Girls talk just like boys talk 
and we know all your corny 
lines
About going ugly early and 
getting prettier at closing time

We watch you step up to the 
plate 
And then swing at every pitch
Tell us what you think we want 
to hear
Pretend that you're filthy rich. 

A word to the wise to all those 
guys
Who still play this silly game
Being male does not exclude 
you
From the morning walk of 
shame.

Adults Don'T Read To Their Children Anymore

The Judas Cow had a self-fulfilling prophesy
That he was going to betray his species
And lead them all to genocide by way of slaughter
He laid down in the road as an alternative
His remains were given to a poor family
so they might eat well for half a year.
 
When the stock market crashed
Chicken Little fell out of bed
and broke his back
Chuck Little the investment banker
(Chicken Little's substitute)
Ran to the top of The Empire State Building, yelling
"The Stock market is falling!
The Stock market is falling!!!"
 
The three little pigs foreclosed on their houses
And fully expected a bailout
They didn't get it
the FatCats in Washington refused
They only wanted to bailout the Sheeps on Wall Street
And the Monkeys in Detroit
 
The greed meter is broken!
The clock is ticking way too fast!!
Something has gone terribly awry
Even in the Fairy Tales
Adults don't read to their children anymore.


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