Carmella was a stripper
Dancing was her life
It wasn't like she couldn't better herself.

Her brass pole
was her canvas.
Shoes and tiny outfits
were her paints.
Money
was her paintbrush.

She loved the spotlight
Never a double stage dancer.
Sharing was a lesson in school
That she purposefully missed.

Big diamonds adorned her
Furs swallowed her
Clothes hugged her
Men loved her.

Everything about her
Was just as addicting as cigarettes.

Amongst the men in her life
There will always be that hole
Right in her heart.

All the attention she recieves
Just isn't the same.
Her life that's always in a rush
Can't slow down.

A hole that can't be filled
Time she can't fit in.

That's why that hole
Is always yearning
Always trying to fill
With non sentimental items.

Which is why
She'll always accept

Candy from a stranger.