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Click hereWhen the beat drops
And my pumps hit the pavement
I fall through the rabbit hole
And I’m deep inside my haven
Needle hits the record
IV drips to my veins
Bass pumps
Internal switch
Triggers the sway
In my hips
Belies intent to misbehave
Up to no good
With a switch like this
Infrastructure by God
Engineered
For Satan’s trysts
Trouble sits deep
In the curve
Of these lips
Whispers
Syncopated riffs
When I hear the music play
My hair moves
Though there’s no wind
My skin glows
Though you can’t see
The halo overhead
Light just emanates from me
An hour glass
With ten extra minutes
Just the right
Amount of thickness
When my theme music
Rocks
The city street
Becomes my runway
Flash bulbs pop
I am
A socialite…..
Celebutante….
Until the music……… STOPS
This is tight and musical in the way the music you're describing feels. It communicates that mindset very well.
nicely done
...more about you from this work than anything else I've seen. Wonderful. Keep it up.
Here you can feel the heart of the city beating and throbbing; you get caught in the life that this poem exudes.
I loved this! I can totally relate! Look out world, my theme song's playing!Stand outs; "Trouble sits deep
In the curve
Of these lips..."
"An hour glass
With ten extra minutes
Just the right
Amount of thickness"
I just know I am going to be doing the "Runway stomp" now as I walk away, haha!