Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2022
Fingers dragged kicking and screaming across an illuminated dance floor as if this were some new age line dancing competition for people who have no idea what they’re doing.
That’s what this is.
It’s like being asked to sculpt out a scene from MacBeth in jello using a chainsaw after doing blow with a hyena who has a grudge against HR over the comprehensive dental plan.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
Written by
Jamison Bell
64
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems