April poem a day

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