Olga slipped inside to dodge a volley,
A dimly lit bar called the Bad Dolly
A dude on a stage danced in the nude.
Olga grabbed his ass so not to seem rude.
His pitch made her grimace to tell the truth,
"For twenty dollars we can get a booth."
"Gunfire brought me here, not fire in the hole.
Why's a nice boy like you dancing a pole?"
"Women say they hate us, their public stance
Like saying loud the Pledge of Allegiance.
Alone, it's our depravity they dig
Many so much it's a lucrative gig!