Because twerking is not dancing
and please hold your applause
until the final curtain call,
not when she bends over, and
no, I am not aroused by that
stick in your pants, in fact
I can’t even feel it. You’ve
sold yourself short, buddy.
We’ve returned to middle school
dances where we stand at arm’s
length. Encroaching fingers are
not welcome inside my pussy. Pour
your liquor down your own throat.
Keep your spotted tongue in your
mouth. Refrain from calling me
baby, sexy, hoe, trick, bitch.
This is not a rap video. Auto-tune
and weed do not make you an artist.
Written for this week’s “dance” theme over at Literary Lion. Head on over to check it out.