at the naked eye
they say the president liked this place
getting airborne on his barstool
clad in proud colors
second shift naked workers take the stage
record spinner bumps the loud
squirming in the suited businessmen
floorboards rough with immemorial grit
bar bills soaked in effluent booze
soon befuddled legs will do the shuffle
bartender slogs through invisible water
quaaludes on his startled mind
anything goes behind his back
not far from where the quakers dangled
from their gallows tree we afternooners
swill and watch the nudes defile in order
and all is as it should be
distribution in this lumpen paradise
every day is payday at the naked eye
Horror Sleaze Trash 