Naked Woman Dances. Poem by Pius Khisa

I've learned to wear,
Things that leave my things bare,
So men can see:
Salivate and die to feel- at a fee,
When temperatures are high.

When temperatures are high,
Onto my back I lie:
Wide stretch my limbs,
Wriggle my butt to receive, and... Oh, screams!
Wasting away...

Wasting away...
In clubs, pubs and brothels: I dance all day,
To load my handbags,
Whilst they siphon and suck juices like bedbugs,
Satisfied...

Satisfied...
Muscles exhausted,
I rush for pills-
To prevent obvious ills,
Before dawn-break.