Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Thursday, 29 November 2012

'Gentlemen's Clubs'

were, I thought, places where
gentlemen went to smoke their pipes
read, snooze, drink port or brandy,
discuss philosophy or politics...

But now I learn that they are
Lap-dancing venues, where   The women
who work there are naked or nearly so,
though sexual stimulation is usually forbidden. 
The women keep what money men
(often also nearly or quite naked) give them.

A small bottle of water costs £6.
The profit goes to the establishment
and to fix the flics.
I think real gentlemen might have a better time
smoking pipes, browsing my website,
discussing philosophy or politics.

1 comment:

Jindra K. Hrdlička said...

There is a small pocket of gentlemen enjoying both worlds.
The Satan in the groin and Schopenhauer on their mind.