Unlike You

In East Tennessee between bottle and tooth
I tip the strippers that look just like you
Grilled to perfection on a diesel rig engine
They jiggle and bounce like their shocks are worn out

But they're true, unlike you

Their legs are a road map of dead ends and turnpikes
Driving for miles in search of county lines
Dreaming of gold rings and bright California
The warnings are painted like road signs in their eyes

They're true, unlike you

Swing low sister, roll that morning glory
Swing low sister, hold that story for me

Dollar bill divas with sand in their bloodstream
Weaving and grinding, skin creamy and curdled
"Believe me," they tell you, your eyes on their dark tits
"The loneliest pole you'll find south of the Arctic."

They're true, unlike you

Low strut and high heels, ass tired and slack jawed
Their bodies sag velvet, the beat hits the bell curve
The Lord has a place with burgundy curtains
Specially reserved for his favorite burdens

They're true, unlike you

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