I wanted to share a poem with you written by one of my favorite writers.

the closing of the bottomless bar
by Charles Bukowski

the idea that moral outrage only
can be felt by
the gifted and the noble and the
intelligent and
the sensitive and the
powerful
that is the biggest joke of
all.
they raided the nudie bar last night,
had a Supreme Court order in their back pocket,
were
backed by the highest court in the land
and they swept the girls off the bartops
like dead flies
like dirty napkins,
all those poor lovelies screaming
in panic
their voluptuous rears twisted in surprise,
they swept them off and away
half-dressed into vans and automobiles
to be booked, fingerprinted, photographed
and jailed. such a
waste. what a waste of grade-a
goods, speak about indecency
the cops were the most indecent things there
that night. a poor girl can't make an honest
buck anymore. all they were doing was offering a
horny evening to a few lonely men. I've just got to
believe those Supreme Court boys
don't care about anything real and just
can't get it up
anymore.
listen, girls, we'll find a way, we'll bail you
out, we'll think of something.
the human body ain't no crime,
anyway, not those bodies
of yours.