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Fury

Fifty-two,
A ripe old age,
Dancin’ nude
On a stage.

Short of help,
The owner claimed,
He hired her
Employed became.

She grabbed a pole
And shook her thing,
Another girl
Would feel  the sting.

Feeling that
Her tips declined,
The other girl
The girl confined.

Beat her with
Stiletto heel,
Wielded 
With stripper’s  zeal.

Pummeled she
‘Til she felt,
No longer looked
As good unclad.

More fury than
A woman scorned,
A gal without
Her clothes adorned.
Published inPoetry

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