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A Meditation on Strippers

I want to sing praise
On my feet
Speaking in tongues
Witness a Queen
On the pole
Busting it wide open
To reveal
The secrets of the universe
Under hot lights
On her knees
Back arched
Body mighty
And rolling
Like the roiling sea
In a storm of cash
She can make it shake
Slow grind and make it clap
She is queen of this world
God twerks on the one and the three
I’m only another
Hands raised
Praise God
Bless me with a blown kiss
Make it rain
Ever amen.
Posted 08/30/17
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