Live Poetry Tonight

Poetry is alive tonight

I might grab ya’ and knock you down

Or it might dance you to exhaustion

 

Poetry is alive tonight

It dances to the beat

You just can't ignore it

 

Poetry is mighty alive tonight,

It will brawl with the men at the bar

It might break some jaws, egos and hearts

And when the morning coffee comes

She'll go back to the grave,

But you'll still remember the bruises

And you'll be proud of them

Wear them like decorations

Fight Club over and over again.

Reviews

[Angel Bella]

The title captured me. I did read this because of the tile but well is it about Poetry. I guess it is lust mixed with desire but nothing related to poetry.