Poem : Dance With Me

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DanceWithMe

Nigga!
Shut your mouth!
Be quiet!
Who knows what is real now?
I didn’t trust you anyway,
you didn’t trust me.
We didn’t even know each other.
But who cares!
There are billions more of you,
who cares about you?
Or me, who cares?
You show up at my door with a gun
you better get me first.
Otherwise, if you need sugar,
I have superfine,
great for baking lemon polenta cakes,
and brown, great for black coffee.
Let’s dance some time!
Sounds of the Caribbean get me going.
But anything will do, well,
only if you’ll dance with me.

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