Madam Oil
Burlesque made a mock of you
so you stepped down onto the street
an expanding service
with a rising price tag
and a bottom value that would win a banker
what was an innocent itch
is now a nurtured need
a swelling stench
that lures the tumid tycoon
with his protracting package
your provocative pride
your shameless dress
with its slick removal you hide its filth
Kevin Reid © 2009
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