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Great Writing From A Mastermind

from Great Writing From A Mastermind by The Bitter Poet

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I know you didn’t come here for Art Therapy.
You came here for Great Writing From A Mastermind.
I’ve got that.

I blew all the money I earned from the Pizza Hut commercials on strippers in Los Angeles, Las Vegas and New York.
It was a low point in my life.
And I miss it very much.
You just can’t beat the smell of vanilla scented body lotion wafting off the warm skin of a stranger.

Great writing from a Mastermind.

Like I said, I was spending a lot of time in strip clubs back in 2000 and 2001. I kept running into this tall, blonde, Midwestern beauty at Flashdancers in midtown Manhattan. A beautiful dancer was a rare sight at that particular gentleman’s club.

We talked a lot during our lap dances. She was a clothing designer.
But she admitted she wasn’t doing a lot of designing of clothes.

She kept saying, “I’m ruined. Sydney ruined me.”

By that, she meant the money in Sydney Australia where prostitution is practically legal. She couldn’t resist going there every winter to prostitute herself for the money instead of doing the work of designing clothes.
“I’m ruined. Sydney ruined me.”
I wanted to say, “Baby, don’t say that about yourself.”
But I didn’t
‘cause I knew it was true.

Great writing from a Mastermind.

So there it is:
I go to see a play about a crazy woman.
And in the actress’ eyes and voice and body, I see Stacy.

The actress was portraying a character that was bloodied, abused, tormented, crippled, disturbed, driven and feral.
And in that portrayal, I saw Stacy.
And I thought to myself, “Goddamn, two years, I’m not over her yet?

Great writing from a Mastermind.

Cool air, hot coffee, actress in my bed.
God is good. Jesus Saves. Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.

My old girlfriend used to stop us outside a party we were about to walk into and say to me, “Now, when we go inside, let’s don’t hang all over each other.” It felt bad.

My new girlfriend stops us outside a party we are about to walk into and silently slides her hand into mine and holds on tight. It feels good.

Money everyday. Sex every night. Poetry in the morning. Liquor at lunch.
Who’s the sucker now?

Great writing from a Mastermind.

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from Great Writing From A Mastermind, released October 31, 2013
The Bitter Poet - vocals & guitar
Words & music by The Bitter Poet (Secret Candy Music ASCAP)
Recorded in Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Paul Gold, Salt Mastering, Brooklyn, NY
CD art direction by Ben Killen
Front Cover photo by KL Thomas

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The Bitter Poet Brooklyn, New York

The Bitter Poet's anti-folk, indie-rock, musical storytelling is darkly humorous, intense, gritty. His songs are honest to a fault, yet over-the-top and grandiose in the style of Tom Waits or Nick Cave.
Musically, his straight-ahead rock chords and carnival-like lyrics blend humor, pathos and outrage. He has been described as “Lou Reed meets William Shatner” and “The Doors meet Jack Nicholson.” ... more

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