I'm gonna take a moment here to bask in the irony.
Thing A I am doing in my life: getting a master's degree in creative writing. Thing B: Stripping. (Also, I'm having a full-time relationship with two people, but that's more permanent than occupational.)
In which of these areas will I most frequently end up nodding and smiling at the bad poetry people share with me?
That's riiiiight . . . B!
*facepalm*
My first shift, I had a customer who wrote out a poem for me. That one was actually fairly good -- poetically a bit rough, but I'm one of not many in the world who has the chops to recognize that.
Tonight, I had a guy reading me BAAAAD poetry. I mean, "Ode to a Lump of Green Putty I Found Under My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" grade (and I love anyone who gets the reference.) And not tipping very well, and acting stalkerish.
Two shifts out of the four I've worked so far. This is getting to be a habit. It's kinda entertaining. If it keeps going I can start a dive-bar customer anthology.
It's probably because I try to play up the intellectual aspect of my character. (The regulars here are often quirky, geeky and philosophical.)
How often do people read you bad poetry?





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When he finishes a poem, he writes it up on fancy paper and presents you with a copy suitable for framing, LOL! He thinks very highly of himself, his intelligence, and his writing ability. He is a sweetheart though, so we indulge him in his illusions. Contrary to the poetry-writing norm, however, he does get dances on a regular basis and will usually spend $100 each time. The only bad thing about him is that he is very oral and always tries to lick, kiss, or tongue you if you get too close to his face. Aaack!!!


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