The second time bell bottoms became a thing
Really made me like, well, gag me with a spoon
Eventually we were all flossed out dancing
Now instead of couples doing “Netflix and chill”
Dogs will be enjoying “barkitecture”
The second time bell bottoms became a thing
Really made me like, well, gag me with a spoon
Eventually we were all flossed out dancing
Now instead of couples doing “Netflix and chill”
Dogs will be enjoying “barkitecture”
Sounds dancing harmoniously within her soul
Oozing the gospel of the human experience like the sweat dripping from her pores
Never missing the beat of her nervous heart
Giving a moment that connected all dots, all the people, all the experiences
Floating through the air
Origami wings fluttering in the wind
Leaves a trail of delightful children’s squeals
Dancing lazily in the muted sunbeams
Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball
Its reflections allows the light to dance among us
Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into
Contortions of limbs and torsos while
Outside the 70’s became an inferno
Cleopatra was definitely her BFF
Leaving that loser Marc Anthony behind of course
And she loved the idea of dancing with Frank Astaire
Singing in the rain dodging the puddles in her swing dress
She enjoyed belting songs with Patsy Kline at full volume
It made her feel connected to life
Could be her soul was so old it was a…
Flames leapt from the cylinder illuminating the darkness
Leaving Charlene blinded as she stood still among the dancing white flakes
All she could think about in that moment was the story of the little match girl
Realizing that she was going to reprise the main lead role unless there was a Christmas miracle
Every year after, Charlene would leave out a hot toddy and peanut butter cookies because… well they were his favorite
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
Being a ballerina had always been his dream
Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe
Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage
Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention
Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult
Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes
Obliterating different realities as they settle down
Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome
Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…
Chewing through the textures dancing in my mouth
Reveling in the amount of noise that escapes my piehole
Until everything Is broken down into the mush my stomach desires
Necessitating another bite of that audio and physical harmony
Chomping down on another symphony of mastication
Hope there are many encores!
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