Some sweet sultry voice
talked to me as I fell
and swerved
and stumbled
down the disco halls.
I was on the other side of the world
swaying and smiling.
I didn't know how to speak,
following blindly.
I couldn't figure out how to sway to the beat with out help
my grinding lack of rhythm.
Lack of class so clear
it choked you to notice
to act and violate.
Complaining to the stranger on the wall
into the ears of your problems
and false promises.
The look on your face was priceless.
I have new ways to swing my beasting bulk and hide,
and they all dig it;
even when they look away
and chuckle about there loneliness in the dark.
My staggering is self destructive, uninterrupted,
and mesmerizing to the modest bits in you.
You try to turn beauty away
but they can't help
to dig my ***** sway.