The Pole

The strip club is lively, the music is bright. She dances on the pole, 20 feet high, Doing tricks like she's been at it all her life. The stripper knows her moves tonight.

Men sit and watch her on the stage, Drinking beer and cocktails as the music plays. The rock beat rolls out that familiar song: “Girls, Girls, Girls,” dancing on the pole all night long.

The bar is lit in neon light, The pole calls the next dancer tonight. She grips the pole like it's her friend, climbs up, And her workout begins.

The music rocks and the stripper rolls, Dancing 20 feet up on that pole. Confident and brimming, she knows her stuff, While the men get drunk and listen to the funk.

Bouncers wait beside the door, the DJ spins the tracks. The pole shakes as the dancer climbs, And another night, that bar shines.