The Un-Woke Dance

Oh, how the young lady wanted to dance, But only, with male species in sleek pants! 12/7/2022

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Arlo Parker

Date: 12/9/2022 1:09:00 PM

Today hard to tell who or what is in the male's pants. Woke has spoke. ~;o[

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/9/2022 1:32:00 PM

Oh, Lord, Arlo. You have me laughing hysterically. So true! Pangie

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/8/2022 11:06:00 PM

Sounds like she's actually fully awake to me! ('Woke' = blind, I think).

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/8/2022 11:35:00 PM

Hi, my friend. I have not been well. I hope you read my Musk and Hunter one. ROFLMAO. Yes, she is awake that is why it is called so. Some so awfully blind, how else do the powers that be, choose a basketball star who actually committed a crime in Russia, to be freed in exchange for a murderer we had in prison? I cannot call “it”the White House anymore. Just the MAD house. Imagine! Having a team of secret service agents, riding in the BEAST. Protecting you from criminals. And yet the Emperor with NO brain, wants to be sure you own neither a gun nor a bullet? He has no idea what a cartridge is. Or, that we have a border crisis. That’s not denial. It’s living in LaLa Land. You and I know what a fully weaponized government does! They kill people. Don’t people know history! Mussolini, Stalin or Hitler? Pangie

Becky Forbes

Date: 12/8/2022 11:38:00 AM

So so cute!!!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/8/2022 12:03:00 PM

Thank you, sweetness! Pangie,

Joe Dimino

Date: 12/8/2022 5:34:00 AM

My sleek pants went with my sleek body...but the music for me has never stopped. Excellent visual! Blessings.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/8/2022 9:52:00 AM

I can relate to the music never stopping.)))) I have never tried an epigram before. This has socio- political overtones. Only you have the chutzpah to catch on. There is no reason poetry. cannot be political. Our heads get lost in Moonsville. We don’t live there. We exist on planet earth. Pangie to Earth. “Earth, call H.O.M.E.l “