Yes John I Can Dance
People can laugh
and deride me with ridicule
Blast me in chlorine gas
And think I'm abominably parochial
They can call me a penny
Who can never rise above a dollar
Spring a broken spinning jenny
Shaking ever shifting heddles
But I got two solid feet
Which are never in reverse
Synchronized to always jest
In my private universe
Yes John I can dance
I never participate
Because I don't have a partner
That can operate in relation
To the fluid of my momentum
My astronautic locomotion
Is beyond you normal gravitation
So I'm dancing Martian ballads
On weekend in the basement
Enjoying the good vibrations
While wearing only underwear
I only need that one good song
To make me feel that teenage love
Yes John I can Dance
I never liked the ballrooms
Because their always full of snakes
More in touched with their reflections
And always charming bar fly dates
Never found that girl or boy
Who's appealed to me like tea
I only make out with the noise
When I hear that melody
See my legs can really kick
Once that cool beat has me played
But if you're shallow in your licks
I'll just wonder in the wind
Yes John I can dance
I can dance when I want to,
and I can dance when I like to
With a cat on a hot tin,
or a fiddler on the roof
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poem by Kevin Patrick
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