She said that she wanted a groove
Something to which she could move.
She wanted to dance
Some sort of hustle.
I simply stood against the wall,
I just simply have no couth.
I watch you dance
Moving to the beat.
My head remains against the wall.
I still have no couth,
Despite my imagined youth.

08/02/2009

Posted on 08/02/2009
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