~museum Of The Muse~ Poem by E Nigma

That cool groove, cat daddy dances
On tin roofs and you follow that tune

Soon swooned and passed upon glances
Romancing the youth that dance to your tune

And who knew, the chemical reactions
Would produce a move, followed by news

That you sparked a revolution of views
Catalyst to the catatonic, reawakening the muse

Truth holds true and it's in the pudding
But the orphan reminds you there is no spoon

The proofs in evolution
Revelation to elevation

The more you climb the further you fall
Yet to not climb, is a decline for us all