Can You Dance? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Can you dance?

'I'm sorry.
Can I do what? '

Can you flip, dip...
Bob and weave quickly?

'I...uh...huh? '

Okay.
I'll get specific.
And listen carefully.
Can you dodge a ball?
Play chess?
While skipping rope,
With your eyes close.
And not break into a sweat?

'Sir...
I know you run a very unique,
And creative operation.
But,
What has any of that,
Has to do with my experience?
And obtained skills,
I have earned to validate...
My abilities undenied.
With them to provide.'

Good question.
I like your wit.
And how your mind remains,
Focused.
Regardless who tries,
To see you shift...
Your eyes from side to side.
Can you talk,
A bunch of mularkey.
And then have others,
Ultimately make sense of it?

'That depends on what is sold.
And who from it benefits.'

Oh! I'm falling in love.

'However, sir...
I must say this,
Lieing is not in my portfolio.
And to honesty,
I will always remain committed.
I'm not into fraud.
Corruption or deception.'

You're making me moist.
Your choice of words.
And the sincerity heard,
In your voice.
I'm getting chills. Goosebumps.
You will be paid five million,
Per year.

'When do I begin dancing? '

Come here.
Closer.
I'll show you the steps.
And remember...
Fraud to choose or not,
Is not your burden to bear.
It's our policy.

'I can respect that.
But...
What about the 25th Amendment? '

Oh.
The one about 'peaches'?
I don't believe in eating them.
But if forced...
I'll pretend with fingers,
Crossed behind my back...
To go along with the program.
Dance with me.
You won't regret,
Me showing you that.

'Your balls!
They are so 'huuuge'.'