The Millionaire
at the strip club
the millionaire arrives
through the same door
as everybody else
but with an entourage
swarming about like
a shawl of bees
in designer Brill cream
as dancers pour
from the dressing room
like ants from an attacked hill
a sweaty gaggle
of spray tanned feathers
and clopping heels
squawking like geese
in the park, at the one
who just pulled up
with a full loaf of bread