Twerking to lyres of
profane pop,
sliding steps, bouncy
hips, oozing boobs
thumping beats
shaken to that 90’s
pace, grooving,
swaying to heart’s
desire, twirling neon
yellows,oranges
nasal notes, forget
jazz ,vintage melodies
or Chateau Petrus,
dive in cheap shots.
today night lets
struck those
90’s chords..
Swaying to the
notes of thousand
bagpipers…
dropping all shames
twirling round round,
like darvesh in
wild wild forest.
Whatever happens
will happen!
It’s all god’s will
why interfere
why despair?
Some days are bad
like today,
I am rollin rollin
going spiral down
free falling..
Thought to bounce
swaying just pounce
dropping shames…
Whatever happens
will happen.
It’s all God’s will
why interfere?
why despair?
All I can do
is to just brew
drink or flew
some champagne
bubbles …
You can hold
my hands behold
catch me when I am
free-falling..
kiss me or
miss me…
When swaying
with me swaying
to the notes of
thousand bagpipers
