I love dancing
because I'm
so fearlessly
terrible at it

I have zero natural
rhythm but that never
stops me from moving
my rump in such
a gawky manner
that would indicate to
anybody watching that
I likely just sat on 
an active beehive

my dancing is a casserole
of wild pelvic thrusts
and pouring sweat that
feature a healthy amount of

Reckless Floundering

with a dash of

Untamed Folly

and a couple sprinkles of

Sweet Prancing Flubber

I've been told by esteemed
mystics that my dancing
has been known to be
so untamed and wild that
it tears open the thin
veil that separates us
from the spirit world

inviting the ghosts
that...

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