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The Jukebox

Date Written: November 1, 2017

Play it along

We're all a song.

It was there where she danced

In rhythm and thong.

She looked to the right,

She looked to the left.

A patio where she waltzed the moon

And the twinkling starlit night.

She was a patera of green light,

Risky in fright.

Her eyes closed,

Balloons in sight.

It wasn't her last dance,

Not rejected from a fraternity night fight.

Her friend arrived,

Up the stairs he went.

She was dancing to a different tune than he thought,

It wasn't his song,

Her form was all wrong.

She stepped to the left,

She stepped to the right.

His face was sad as he crept,

He wished he hadn't slept.

Her cell phone flashing,

And her whirling hair.

His heart now slashing,

She kept dancing,

He slammed the door,

Inside he couldn't find the whore.

Now he lost his girl,

Just past her score.

His ex in flight,

He went to fight.

His pain and anger evermore

Until he found her to end the score.

A cold stare was in store,

The ex had no symphony,

She could dance nevermore.


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