The King of the Strip Club Circuit

The King of the Strip Club Circuit

A Poem by Bob B

Growing up in Torrance--

A suburb of L.A.--

Billy was a SoCal

Dreamer all the way.

He loved sunny beaches

And smooth mountain slopes.

A day without the sunshine

Would always dash his hopes.

Not the greatest student,

He wasn’t good with books.

Luckily he quickly learned

To get by on his looks.

 

He never went to college;

School was not his style.

Modeling, he thought,

Might be more worthwhile.

Sure, he was good-looking

And knew he could excel.

But like many others,

He didn’t do so well.

Deciding on a path

Requiring looks and charm,

He felt that entertaining ladies

Could cause no one harm.

 

(Chorus)

The king of the strip club circuit--

The lord of the nightclub scene--

In New York and California

And places in between

Will walk into a room

And all the people’s eyes

Look in his direction--

Both the ladies’ and the guys’.

Although he’s buff and handsome,

He tends to put on airs.

Despite the six-pack down below,

There’s not a lot upstairs.

 

Being a male stripper

Could get mighty old.

Removing all those clothes,

Doesn’t one get cold?

But Billy loved his lifestyle

And took it on the road.

He even tried “escorting”

Whenever business slowed.

All across the country

You’d hear the ladies scream.

When Billy walked out on the stage,

You could feel the steam.


Pumping iron by day

And stripping after dark

To Billy was exciting--

A walk in the park.

It must take some talent

To strip before the lights.

But his knock-out body

Helped him reach the heights.

You wonder, Was he happy?

It’s really hard to tell.

All we know is that for years

He raised a lot of hell.

 

(Chorus)

 

So what does Billy do now?

Ask at clubs and bars.

They say he sells insurance;

Others say used cars.

Someone said she saw him

Last month near Chapel Hill,

Sitting on a bar stool

At a bar and grill,

Sweet-talkin’ the ladies

And trying to hold fast

To all the vivid memories

Of his glorious past.

 

(Chorus)

The king of the strip club circuit--

The lord of the nightclub scene--

In New York and California

And places in between

Will walk into a room

And all the people’s eyes

Look in his direction--

Both the ladies’ and the guys’.

Although he’s buff and handsome,

He tends to put on airs.

Despite the six-pack down below,

There’s not a lot upstairs.


(8-8-14)

© 2016 Bob B


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