(no subject)
To me, there is little difference between the DUI and a strip club-
The flashing lights, too much to drink. The hands that hold your thighs, your waist, eyes lock into your eyes. A feeling of too much, too bad. Incomplete feelings of exasperation. Perspiration. And you are touched. Grasping, handling, holding, searching. And you may not touch back, or risk the shame of a more cold, dark place than you inhabit now.
In both there is a feigned sense of authority. In their respective worlds they hold the key to your in-morality, a shamed secret but few care to divulge. You either love those entertainers, or despise their hold over you. Powerless, you wait for reality to set in. The cold cement after wards awaits your arrival where you wait for your salvation. Church, or a 300-hundred mile drive to free you.
Blinking in the emerging sun thereafter, you can't help but wonder- Was the money I wasted tonight worth a night of indiscretion?
The flashing lights, too much to drink. The hands that hold your thighs, your waist, eyes lock into your eyes. A feeling of too much, too bad. Incomplete feelings of exasperation. Perspiration. And you are touched. Grasping, handling, holding, searching. And you may not touch back, or risk the shame of a more cold, dark place than you inhabit now.
In both there is a feigned sense of authority. In their respective worlds they hold the key to your in-morality, a shamed secret but few care to divulge. You either love those entertainers, or despise their hold over you. Powerless, you wait for reality to set in. The cold cement after wards awaits your arrival where you wait for your salvation. Church, or a 300-hundred mile drive to free you.
Blinking in the emerging sun thereafter, you can't help but wonder- Was the money I wasted tonight worth a night of indiscretion?