Another poem
Ode to the Strip Club
The beauty of art, the beauty of life comes in many forms
Some find beauty in a warms summer day
Others stare out their windows at new fallen snow
Raphel, Da Vinci, Picasso
These men were craftsman builders of the hopes and dreams
upon with beautiful things lie.
The world is turning into an ugly place
Wars, fights, racisim, murder
Greed and power are what people crave
They have forgotten all about the beauty
The art
the Passion
Convervatives will yell and holler saying
Do not go into that place of sin, of sex and lust
Yet if the great thinkers of the art world were still with us
would they not go to a similar place?
The beauty of the female body in motion
A tribute to the feminine goddesses of old
Venus, Aphrodite, Mother earth
The art of the dance
The passion of the performance
Yes, purists may have the museum
I however have the strip club