The voluptuous dance of a lady
can be seen at this site –
various steps:
jigs, twists, plentiful pirouettes
and a curious view of rear-end-swing.
All free to they who seek
this melody(dissonance over consonance)
with a view in bouncy abundancy, albeit,
exponentially acerbic display.
There is a message here, yet few
see the suggestion, or know
inherence for cause:
self-actualization
of monkeys’ mothers’ matriarchs
who eat fruit with their tail,
swing through trees with their tongue,
and know themselves as a rail...
from 'San Diego” to...
Timbuktu.
Alas,
they’ve mastered their business
and know the way...
through jungles of Malls
Sprawls & Monkie-e-es -
it's brilliance in
misconception.
(Dec.01,07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you really 8 years old...this is really good...hehehe...