the other girls like her and she is often asked out on dates
by the men who pay to see the show
Her legs are tender but strong
somehow the varicose and spider veins seem
invisible underneath the nylons
her lips smell of lipstick, the cheap kind bought at the pharmacy near her apartment.
Her father was a scoundrel. He use to beat on her mother.
She inherited her handsome looks from her mother.
All of her life she wanted to be somebody different.
Somebody who stood out from the usual masses of human cows
that loaded themselves into the machinery of the "everyday mind fuck"
In her mind, she was a high class hooker,
a wife married to a rich doctor,
a high society champagne mixer.
She wanted a man to rescue her from her nightmares.
He would resemble Ricardo Montalban before the "Fantasy Island" years.
Maybe Sean Connery would see her on the stage
and recommend her to an agent.
That agent would ensure her
that she was gonna make it, if only.....
if only she could fix the flaws.
The flaws are what brought her here.
The flaws are what made her more real and more beautiful
then the models on the current magazine covers.
The men jerked off to her in dirty bathroom stalls.
The women felt comfortable around her.
They undressed like school girls in a locker room and chatted
away as she drifted off into another dream about rich men,
French perfumes and cocktail dinners
with famous actors and interesting people.
The wigs on her dresser collecting dust,
the nail filer on her night stand
Nylons drying by a wall heater.
She stared at herself in the mirror,
tucking away the imperfections
and hiding the secrets that made her different from everybody else.
One more night to dancing,
and tomorrow she could buy a new lipstick in a paler shade.
She's was gonna make it somehow.......
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