Ever since ‘rap’ replaced ‘tap’
Talent has taken a very long nap
.
due respect
regard eve
hernself
it be nap'er'noon
thus
softly tramp'd
mine
(tuh capture mine think
'pon slip)
past limp
her
'cross laundry
thuh
into mine study
tap'em
I'm in the water
Yet I can't swim
I drink tap water
Gluttony
Now I'm drowning.
Glup! GLUP!
"glup"
7/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Dancing with the stars
Some swirl
Toes curl
Once upon a time, dancing
Hully
Gully
Also, dancing
The twist
Get gist
Size matter in some dances
The bump
Big rump
Now adays
Hip hop
Don't flop
After Darth Vader danced with Ella, she became Mrs.
Ella
Vader
.
click zoom
click
show'd'er
shiver
tremble bloom
watch'ern
hold'en deep'er
boom
The so-called "scientists" don't know jack.
Tune out CNN journalists and abandon
The network. It's a mine of misinformation.
Completely reject science; it's totally whack;
Don't believe everything you see or hear.
Whatever you do, do not drink tap water.
The fluoride the previous administrations
Mixed in it, a cognitive frequency trap.
It has to be! My fellow illuminati said so!
Tap water teems with parasitic amoeba.
It's the quickest way to a wicked diarrhea
And a host of other untold ailments.
Ah, yes! Watch out for lead poisoning,
Which killed so many folks in Flint, Michigan.
What? Have you been living under a rock?
Watch out for that abdominal pain
And bloody stool. Oh, you better believe
It was well documented on the dark web.
I'm more informed than the intelligentsia.
Trust me, do not drink tap water.
It contains bacteria and more mercury
Than you'll find in a great white shark.
Only drink bottled water, the Aquafina kind!
Wake up, smell the coffee, you sheeple,
And get with the illuminati program!
securely sheltering it in her shell
nurturing while within
heeding to each gentle whisper
to each tap from tiny feet
in time She curls it in her embrace
caresses it in her hug
fondles it with boundless care
cuddles it with sweetish love-
when fully fledged, sailing the high sea
will it care for the cowry shell, its first home!
They said the sea bore traffickers —
black hull beneath moonlight,
a streak of smoke, a thunder-flash,
the first strike: eleven lives erased,
one boat, swallowed by waves.
Then the water stilled.
Survivors clung to splintered wood,
two souls drifting in the gloom — not combatants now,
just bodies, gasping hope.
And then: a second thunder.
Another flash.
The sea closed in around them.
So ends the last breath.
No trial, no verdict — only fire and silence.
The orders came: “destroy the threat.”
But what counts as threat — when the hull is broken,
the weapons gone, and only fragile flesh remains?
In the log of war they write: “enemy eliminated.”
In the ledger of sorrow they mark: 11 lost — 2 more.
The sea remembers.
The world watches.
And beneath the midnight water, innocence drifts,
as witnesses to a crime unnamed.
That was a double tap.
He wo motto took a shield for the bettering of
Boy bubble kev
Upper right flange damage severe ordinance requirement of lifeline preserve cartography blissed out
Gregory Hines session energetic time card!
There is no easy way to just submit
No quiet way to shout “I F N quit”
Accept defeat and in your corner sit
What happened to the man who started it
Things always look darkest just before they turn totally black
Never trust a smiling cat
A paint can and brush sat on the bench
The sign read…GO AHEAD….I DARE YA
Just picture a mind full of post-it notes
Before you ask an old guy any questions
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
Picture a room with a mirror-type wall
And two dozen women, with tap shoes on all.
In front is the teacher, who’s showing the moves
As all of the dancers get into their grooves.
Listen as taps rat-a-tat on the floor,
Increasing in tempo and hard to ignore.
In back are the newbies or those a bit shy,
All doing their best to keep up and get by.
Feel the good spirits, the joy and delight
Of all kinds of women who chose to unite
To indulge in a one hour tap-dancing spree
And if you couldn’t guess, one such tapper was me!
grey clouds foreshadow
blue rain tap dancing on roof
Sweet symphony song
The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.
Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!
You’re so much artificial fur.
You, little bear, do not communicate,
not a word, not a single utterance.
Yet I speak to you, tap your nose,
pat your head - gently, of course.
I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name!
You have been at table with me,
sitting in a bar, I with others.
Should I have said we?
Yes, we were with others, yes we.
Now I watch, almost mischievously.
I observe with a slightly naughty eye.
Each pal will pat your nose,
tap your head, smile at you.
Yet you are so much artificial fur.
(21 Aug 2024)
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