Shakin’ My Shade

Don’t shade my shake baby.

I been heatin’ the dance floor

before you were born, before your mama

tasted the hot spat of tequila on her tongue.

I see you out there movin’ like a parakeet

in a windstorm, screechin’ just as loud.

You laugh, you smile, and you show those nipples

like  a national treasure to be studied.

So you don’t like my words, my music you say,

not like the classics.  Well hell

go back in your time rocket and make poetry great again

There’s nothing stoppin’ you, maybe some greenbacks eh?

2 comments

  1. MG WELLS · November 20, 2018

    You got that right, bro. I can relate. Enjoy the day.

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.