Panting punters pushing bills
Into the perspiring palms
Of the Poll dancers
Begging for another glimpse
Of the Promised Land.
Receiving instead promissory notes
Written in smoke on a mirror
For the last item in Pandora's Box.
Greed and lust blinding them
To the peeling painted pastiche
Of the dancer's faces
Looking the other way
And counting the bills
While they dance
To their own music.
In the Office the owners
Calculate the Take.
I love the words you have used here...so powerful...thank you for sharing it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a pleasure to read!