This is a basic poem
I don’t know how to write rhymes
If everyone ever wonders
I just can… sing!
*
And I lend this hand to music
Feel her as she writes:
Tuburururun… tubururun plam!
Get on with me baby
Turururu bam!
Closer
Longer
Hit, strike, twist, and shout
Look for help, I am unbound
Dancefloor? No need
For we got the streets
We got the…
We got the…
We got the streets!
We got?
The drum goes on pam pam!
Timbals going to drown drown!
Agh, my veins— They’re loose
Tie them with a kiss
Remember to use your tongue!
As we’re going down down
Down down
The rhythm only can go
Down down
(And my baby just follows)
Down down
stop!
One, two
One, two.
Two one.
Twist… In, out
Kiss the floor,
Then jump
But remember always…
(As the rhythm)
(As a sinner)
(As you can only)
Go down down
And more than
Down down
Below
Is the abyss
Where swelled up musicians…
END!
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth6 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
Nice poem. love the drum beats.