April poem a day
Apr 24, 2023
The beach is a million miles away
How do I get there with the amount they pay
I feel that my life is slipping away
While I wait for my chance
This seven to five is killing my style
Haven’t kissed the opposite sex for a while
My face can’t remember how to make a smile
I think I need to dance
I think I need to stand
Bend this way and that
My arms make gestures
Like I’m petting a cat
Swing my ass
Have to turn down the thermostat
I think I need to dance