Fuck This Modern Bacchanalian, I'd Rather Be At Zumba
Thick into a mirror ball night the heat descends Upon us; drumming feet, drunken eyes belying Buried expectations. Odds are still we overspend Our intrigue, even seeing now how they are buying Drinks for winks, we are still ruling from precarious Pedestals. Position yourself on the border, watch For discord, there's a slight resistance to the curious (So little left to gain from skin on skin, a brief debauch) But should you wish to shake it, shimmy till you drop: Come meet me on the dance floor Tuesday nights At six o' clock; it's a girls world, leave your skimpy Top and heels and home, we'll be alone with tight Beats. Swing your sexy hips for the disco lighted mirror - Leave the beers behind and dance like you're Shakira.
~CRH December 2012 Note: Feel free to share my work with others but please use my name if you do.