The Disco Fiasco

The disco pump loads, of hip hop tunes
And frenetics dance, like crazy loons
The girl casts a look, sultry and wet
At a youth who shines, with lust and sweat.

And the faintest glance, but suffice to reveal
Has the boy's interest, up in a reel
Like the fish's fate, when it sees the fishermans bait
Or the end of a wait, when the train comes in late.

And the boy turns the strategy, around in his mind
Will she take my lead and allow the grind
Tactics move, in and out
Confusion, Fear, Sweat and Doubt

And the decision's made, He walks up to her
But luck be no luck, for a girl from nowhere
steps up before him, strutting like a queen
and away they go, that pair of lesbian

The Goal of this Blog

I dedicate this rhyme
To a legend Sublime
Of an event that ocurred past

It was the Will of the Nerdz
To Hold the Contest of Words
And Rhyme it till one's demise

To rhyme without reason
is to break from this prison
embodied within our minds

Break the fear wall
And live with one goal
And that is to rhyme on till the end.