Bullshit Dance Moves

I got away
with murder
once upon a time
but I only
killed myself

over and over
using blue moon machines
in little bottles
of transparent orange
that sounded
like maracas
in my pockets
playing sweet music
to serenade the dead

they made me
the voodoo mambo
zombie limbo
head like a chicken
pecking at feed

from morning
until night
I didn’t mind
that kind of death
felt good
for a little while

I was never charged
with anything criminal
because they couldn’t find
the bodies
to corroborate with my
bullshit dance moves
so I was sent to rehab
instead of
Gruesome Gertie

©2021 J.D.C.IV

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