Space Dance

   "Space Dance"

Don't want to try it.

We can't buy it.

The shit has no wit.

It's a perfect fit-

With itself.

Sits in a cookie jar-

On the shelf.

When I was a young lad-

Did talk to myself.

I was a head banger-

Up against the wall.

My mother lucker-

Spear chucker.

Problem ducker.

Harvard mucker.

Love's sucker-

Tuck her into bed.

Spoken loudly-

Never said.

I am not well read.

Lost in years ahead.

By Jon Billet

May Nineteenth Two Thousand Fifteen