Dave Poem by Mandy S...

This isn't meant to move anyone. There is an underlying joke behind this whole poem.


Feeling like a corkboard,
being stabbed continuously with push pins,
he takes a drink,
and hits another wrong key.

Making his move with desolate eyes,
pretending no one is present,
the vision os a satisfied soul seems likely.
It is quite a brilliant act.

A coffee and a back beat,
waiting in that everyday line.
We stare in astonishment at his actions,
recalling the day of his first dance.