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Lady's Room -
Contributed by
GhettoGirlBlue
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Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:09:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Towels for tips.
It was a modest existence,
but entertaining,
to say the very least.
Club life releases the beast...
Carnality.
The Ladys Room
was more like a lions den.
A cage for malevolence,
cattiness
to masquerade itself
in heavy perfume
designer costume
flawless coiffe
intricately designed claws
that could effortlessly remove
prowling jealous eyes from their sockets
stealing confidence from competitors like pick-pockets
They came here to stand in my mirror
pretending to powder their noses,
Out tipping. Striking poses.
Eliminating opposition.
Loudly divulging secrets across stalls,
I sold tampons, lip gloss, weed, roses
mints, gum, and condoms in lockets,
clocking duckets in buckets
pretending not to really be there
and not to care, but cleaning the floor
as the least of them fall on to it
covetous greed
painfully desirous
competition
to win the affinity
of the lionized male
who hunts for felines
who dare go toe to toe to win
a night of sublime good times
Cat fights are bloody
creating wounds that cut deep into the soul
where the heart pumps worthiness
a measurable source of a temporary life
that is defeated by the union of
Mother Nature and Father Time
whose hands are mighty,
not to be placated by vanity
They followed her into my office
A pride of lions, boasting
primping, preying, eliminating
She could have been any one of them,
frolicking about this diamond studded jungle
where the meek die in the dust
She was just a cub. Nervous.
A little girl in The Ladys Room of a club
unprepared for this warfare,
that was but a primal circus of lust.
I found her sobbing and vomiting
into the toilet squatting before it
in the stall reserved for the handicapped
She couldnt understand how I knew
that she was pregnant but confessed it
through tears of regret
I put the "out of order" sign on
The Ladys Room door
Consoled her in discourse
preparing her for this course
a testament I said to the wonderment
of motherhood,
a gift for which
catty ***** holds no merit
Wiping her tears away,
convincing her that she could bear it
I picked her up off the floor
and sent her home to prepare for her war
It was a modest existence.
Towels for tips.
But every once in a while
I gave them more.
by Jessica Holter
Copyright ©
GhettoGirlBlue
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2005-11-04 14:09:55]
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Re: Lady's Room -
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by mindset on
Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:31:34 PM AEST
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now hum yeah shall we say
I see inward on you life define
Hope you dont hink your all alone
Only few see the worlds delight
Hve to make it simple they r not so bright :)
I think another in wake of obscurity
take away maybe ? all this night
BUt in all fakin good write
For the few now we are talkin
Mindset /////////////
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Re: Lady's Room -
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by mindset on
Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:32:40 PM AEST
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rowling jealous eyes from their sockets
stealing confidence from competitors like pick-pockets
U see folks
this line is good *****
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Re: Lady's Room -
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by mindset on
Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:42:27 PM AEST
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