Strip Club Poem by Rachel Henley

I swear, I know none of these women,
and none of these cigars,
honey dont be tripping,
just step back in your car
and drive away,
away from this place,
this place aint for you,
this place isn't your taste,
no baby, i ain't hiding nothing,
but this is a strip club
thats got a vacancy for loving
you should leave,
im in a business meeting,
greeting and seeing,
other human beings,
about my music,
about some publication,
i swear, i didnt know this was the destination.
no baby, i dont like these women,
i support women rights and all that,
and then why, am i,
at a place where their bodies have a price,
you got a point baby
it is a little shady
and maybe i should get up and outta here quickly,
i wouldnt want my baby, up on that pole,
or my mother, grinding on the floor,
these strippers, are mothers, daughters and sisters,
surely, someones bound to miss them.

They are stripped of something for sure.