Make A Move Poem by Chris Leermakers

Make A Move



It's Burning To A Tee
Do It For Myself?
No, I Say: Just Go On With
The Show
That Is A Fact.
I Definitely Need To Be Exact

It's Oozing Down My Throat
It Starts To Hit The Sweet
Spot, The Other Goat
I'm Hard To Defeat
It's Time To Down One More
Give Me Time To Score

Now I'm Getting Sore
It's Time To Make A Move
I Wonder What I'll Prove
Feed The Bag To Me
Saliva Needs A Break
Time To Have A Think
Tune My Song With Light
Reach The Other Side
But Isn't That A Joke
Now You Start To Choke
Enigmatic Smoke
Is Filling Up The Room
Wait A Minute - Boom
Get Closer With The Zoom

Let's Fill Another Room
Cut Up Some More
See If We Can Score
Come On And Have Some Fun
Dance Up On The Sun
Oh, I Think It's Blocked
Just Leave It To Me
I'll Unlock The Locked
And Tend To Set It Free

Exhale The Inner Trip
It's Going Out Of Me
I'm Starting To Rip
Out Places Near And Far
No Matter Who You Are
I'm Starting To Regret
The Loss Of The Good Set
Unzip The Zipped?
Oh Hang On, I'm Sure
I'm Ripped…

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Chris Leermakers

Chris Leermakers

Melbourne, Australia
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