Snap crackle pop I am turning into cereal Sparks light up My inner joints My hips are tiny fireworks My fingers are singed from within My neck is an cymbal crunch Knees sound like the summer does Like the cricket song at night Even when I blink A wicked noise escorts My body is a symphony I sound like I've lived a profound life Yet I've barely lived at all
Oh professional ballet. Why do you make me such a bad poet and such a loud person?