i walk into a bar i’ve never
been in before
the staff is all women
they are all wearing nothing
but lingerie
bra, panties, heels
i walk right out
not my scene
i’m no one to judge
but i just wanted a pint of
harp
this is not how i want
to know a woman
objectified
i actually want to bring her
roses
open the car door
sing, “can’t take my eyes off
of you”
but then again
a touch is just a touch
and women of romance
don’t take a chance
with poets who convey
that it is all just dark
streets of decay
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