my body doesn’t crave to dance anymore
because of yoga;
and the non sick def. of dance.
they creep creep creep
hind my back;
then late at night
and early in the morning
it starts to itch
among ivy and lotion
theme music citation: [again] nothing but thieves itch
we’re hitting a new genera ton now;
where children never have to grow out of who they are;
and … even when they reach adult.
In the day brake;
she breaks us;
with weapons and weird jives that don’t rhythm broken or not
at night he stinks; and there
s no gender transition power;
sickling his braids;
and hollering at every female about the ride;
and I don’t think they understand it’s not fun or that safe.
Really, don’t worry about the healing.
to kill that threat you have to jive in jabs without a hit
the part of your knee that was broken; long enough to create safe;
then take a brake; no a break;
and do it again. against the steel; oh it feels so good;
to be safe;
it feels so good;
and now a gross man can’t come and because he can’t he can’t instead threaten your safety;
but what about a gross woman.
we can finally; again;
see through to what’s happening
like a skirt and not a top.