Cheap strippers might bare it all for a few bucks,
but we’re artists here–
we’ll do it for the mere exposure.
When empty hands talk
up their “great exposure”
they knock our covers off
and bring us to their feet,
because we know they know we think
to be more seen must be a good thing.
So turn up the exposure:
show your soul and your skin and any dark place in between–
you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t desperate be seen.
Shed another layer, shed another light, shed another tear or more,
until you’re washed out in bright lights