Dance Dance Dance

The music pulses out like tremors

Beat

Beat

Beat

At first it's just your head, and then your

Feet

Feet

Feet

And as you move across the floor

You lose the gains you struggled for

And nothing stops you, neither rain nor

Sleet

Sleet

Sleet

Quoth a Valley Girl

"Seriously? Seriously?

Whenever she speaks I’m like, ‘Seriously?'

The way that she talks brings, like, pain to my ears.

They make me just gag and, um, wanna shed tears.

Her speech is a mess,

Like, God, I hate Bess –

Why can’t she talk like the rest of her peers?"

People Skills

There once was a man from Beirut

Who often was given the boot.

His bosses weren't fond

When he didn't respond,

It's a shame, cause the man was a mute.