Dance Me A Voodoo Tune Poem by Patti Masterman

Dance me a voodoo tune
Halfway around the moon
Snort from a silver spoon-
It don't matter anyway.

Put on your silks so fine
Shake it and add some shine
Pour out oblations wine-
It don't matter anyway.

Walk down here like you own it
No money cause you done blown it
You're trash we've always known it-
But it don't matter anyway.

Grown up just like your momma did
Got lost with all the other kids
Knowed you'd wind up on the skids-
And now it don't matter anyway.