Dancing
Swing and shake to the muse;
burn both ends of the fuse.
Live for the nights
and twilight delights –
What have you got to lose?
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To the one with whom I never flirted
Watching from across the room
afraid to approach too soon.
You dance with such grace
with a smile on your face
I’m reduced to a buffoon.
Neon lights
Bound by the tempting sight
of the will-o-wisp light
to race to your doom
into the evening gloom:
another victim of the night.
Vengeance
Howling through the twilight sky,
shaking with a ragged cry;
come the end of day,
those bastards will pay;
I’ll take my eye for an eye.
Facade
Here in my own private space
I get to wear my true face.
But when I go outside,
I wear the mask and hide
while I travel from place to place.
Sol Invictus
There in the land of the sun
the people try to live as one
so they war and make strife
and take many a life
and forget about just having fun.
Moonshine
There in the land of the moon
the night always ends too soon.
They treasure their delights
until the morning lights
and then promptly sleep ‘til noon.
Boozetafarian
Here in these quaint corner bars
people drink like they’re fucking stars
‘til they’re so deep in their suds
the owners call in the fuzz
who take them to different bars.
Fraternity
There once was a boy named Keith
who likened himself to a thief
he was quick as the wind
and a lifelong friend
much to our lingering grief.
Introspection
There once was a boy named Dan
who people liked to say was the man
but it was all a lie
‘cause inside he cried
again and again and again.
A (wise) man of two faces 