one day you'll find yourself an ornery lech--
reject, abject, dejected and tired.
no boys will your open-mouthed photographs fetch;
your stop-drop rhymes leave them uninspired.
take your shirt off, put your face on.
dance in place, dance in place.
you're gone, you're gone, without a trace--
so dance in place, dance in place.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
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