365

Operation 365 Poem: day 27…Dirty Work

Dirty Work

Grab a chair
If you dare
Lets talk a little, yeah

I know the Mayor
He’s over there
Offering something rare

I can’t bare
But you may Clare
So head on to his lair

You’ve got the flare
Let down your hair
Take off your underwear

Smile, don’t stare
Say a prayer
Whatever, I don’t care

A love affair
They’ll pay a pair
For news like this to air