When I look into the mirror, I see a boundless bouquet of beautiful beginnings,
a thousand flawless faces all wanting to be seen
But......
I only see a breathtaking masterpiece that could steal the show at any art gallery.
Do I see a bumblebee boogying with blueberries?
Do I see a penguin wearing pineapple pajamas?
Farmer Fred and his light of love Nancy
Decided to go to the New Year’s Eve dancey
He hitched up his sleigh to good old Clancy
Then got himself cleaned up and dressed all fancy
Fred was feeling just a wee bit antsy
He wanted the evening to be romancey
They arrived at the dance and met his friend Yancy
Soon they were on the dance floor feeling dancey
Fred was boogying and being quite prancey
When he blew out the seam of his britches so fancy
And the whole world saw his pink underpantsies
I'm about to dance my way
Into your heart don't go away
Boogying I come on over
Shuffling along as I show ya
We need to partner forever
Two hearts are stronger together
Step by step I sashe' softly
Your strong arms ready to catch me
As I do a flying leap
Falling fast I know your ready
This love dance is strong and steady
We will be the perfect pair
Our precision full of care
In unison we will be
A couple that can see
We are dancing fools for life
Jammin' as husband and wife
Down the aisle we will stroll
I'm the "country" to your "soul"
What is attraction?
Where does it radiate from
Inside that gourd of mingled mind?
Each step I take hither that direction
A feeling bursts into flame
A lighted candle
With shadows boogie-boogying
Like morphed amoebae
In a cob-webby womb
I feel this heated magnetism
Pulsating and clawing
Until I reach for it
Hands tightly clasped
And bow with bended knees
Offer a prayer
Silent whisperer
Lord Shiva
Wish for Blessings.
There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball,
tonight at the Freaker's Hall.
Everyone's invited one and all,
so come on ladies grease your lips
grab your hats and swing your hips
and don't forget to bring your whips.
I'll take you to the Freaker's Ball.
Blow your whistle, bang your gong,
roll up something to take along.
It feels so good it must be wrong.
Freaking at the Freaker's Ball.
All the fags and the dikes are boogying together.
Leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather.
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
screaming "Please hit me and I'll hit you!"
The FBI is dancing with the junkies
and all of the straights are swinging with the funkies
across the dance floor and bouncing off the walls.
We're all freaking at the Freaker's Ball.
Hard hats and long hairs are kissing each other,
mother with daughter, son with mother.
Smear my body up with butter
and take me to the Freaker's Ball.
Pass that roach and pour the wine.
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine.
I'm a gonna boogie till I go blind
freaking at the Freaker's Ball.
Last Night..........
Current mood: amused
Category: Games
standstill of a rolling stone
keep on boogying though
at the spot
things got hot
your hands on my waist,
feeling heat on my face
and below the waist:)
urban beats
movin my feet
check that one
that one delete
feelin you
makin him mine
if just for tonight
keepin the rythym
time is flyin
YOU the reason for this rhyme
sure to be a enjoyable waste of time.
Late one night
I decided to write...
While musing in silence
My computer was in defiance
As I scooted to the keys
My thoughts began to be un-eased
As the program stood still
I kept rebooting until~
I realized what was happening
That ole boy needed new programming
He kept doing the rebooting boogie
‘Til every virus was gleaned, and tossed away-- Happily
There’ll be no more of that boogying today
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