Slave To The Rhythm - Poem by Janel Roberts
The beat goes on and on and I keep moving
Really can't dance.. I don't know what I'm doing..
But the beat has me swaying, I'm spinning.. just shuffle...
This beat has me moving every muscle..
Music gets slower.. My moves get tense.. Slow grooving to the sounds I hear..
The Bass go boom, boom tap dancing in my shoes..
I'm doing the Michael Jackson.. Looked around like.. " who knew"
Moon walking isn't my thing but I sure can move it.. move it
Really can't dance but I Still try and do it..
The music is compelling me.. Spelling me.. the master of all..spiritual..
I am indeed a slave to the rhythm of visual..
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