The Burlesque Dancer's Song

Trying to keep things general so they’re relatable.

Nobody else knows that kid I knew,
so the emotion in my act’s debatable.

Here I am in my inflatable
boat cage, do you like the view?
Am I keeping things general enough to be relatable?

Notice, the only potable
drink for sale’s my morning dew,
and the emotion in my act’s x-ratable,

and some things in the show are downright hate-able—
all the bubbles in my shampoo,
hiding skin that could have been more visible.

So you refuse to play Ahab to my Jezebel—
monkey see, monkey do—
because, although I’m pretty, I’m not datable.

But that poor kid is in the hospital,
pregnant, without one true
friend in all this world (is that debatable?)—
grief too nail-sharp NOT to be relatable.