Venus Walks into a Bar

‘Venus, Venus,
every night the same thing:
you come in here, no clothes, no money
and you just stand there saying nothing
till I pour you a drink. It’s bad for business –
customers don’t know what to make of it
strip bars – they understand – but this?
You’re killing me, Venus,
Baby, listen to me.

Venus, stands there
arms folded beneath her ribs
bare feet on the wood panelling

The barman pours her a drink

‘Look, if you’re going to do it
least you could do
is wear some sequins.’