Cheap Crap Poem by Lamar Cole

George's buddies took him to the strip club
The dancers were shaking their butts everywhere.
George bypassed them and went straight to the buffet table.
He liked the barbecue chicken thighs better than the dancers' thighs.
George had a wonderful night.
He ate everything on the free buffet table.
He didn't buy any lap dances or tip any of the dancers.
He treated himself to an ocean of Budweiser Beer.
And smiled at the dancers as he left the club.
All the dancers agreed.
That he was a cheap piece of crap.