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Cedric McClester Jan 2016
DISCO SUCKS
Cedric McClester
Jan 2016
By: Cedric McClester
He was king of disco back then
When they thought it would never end
But I’m afraid it did my friend
And this was the message that got sent
Something like a distant cousin
Disco ***** all of a sudden
When dance music had ‘em buzzin
Hip or cool it just wasn’t
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
What it spelled was
Gloom and doom
He was no longer
The hippest person in the room
Chic stopped being au curant
He couldn’t get seated in a restaurant
Like he used to at l’enfant
He was no longer everyone’s confidant
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
Yesterday it was all the rage
When suddenly they turned
Another page
Call it dance music
Or new age
The monkey just broke
Out of his cage
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
He was king of disco back then
When they thought it would never end
But I’m afraid it did my friend
And this was the message that got sent
Something like a distant cousin
Disco ***** all of a sudden
When dance music had ‘em buzzin
Hip or cool it just wasn’t
011316cm
He was king of disco back then
When they thought it would never end
But I’m afraid it did my friend
And this was the message that got sent
Something like a distant cousin
Disco ***** all of a sudden
When dance music had ‘em buzzin
Hip or cool it just wasn’t
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
What it spelled was
Gloom and doom
He was no longer
The hippest person in the room
Chic stopped being au curant
He couldn’t get seated in a restaurant
Like he used to at l’enfant
He was no longer everyone’s confidant
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
Yesterday it was all the rage
When suddenly they turned
Another page
Call it dance music
Or new age
The monkey just broke
Out of his cage
Disco *****
Was what they said
It got classified
Among the dead
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That’s what happens
When things go bust
He was king of disco back then
When they thought it would never end
But I’m afraid it did my friend
And this was the message that got sent
Something like a distant cousin
Disco ***** all of a sudden
When dance music had ‘em buzzin
Hip or cool it just wasn’t
011316cm
Àŧùl Jul 2013
The Disco-Balls Stopped Spinning
Àŧùl
Jul 2013
The disco-***** used to keep spinning,
From one girl to the other in vain,
Seeking nothing but true love.
The disco-***** can even stiffen a stick,
The naughty-but-untouched disco-stick,
The best dancer was all the time awaited.
The Union is going to take place,
On the night of disco's marriage,
Its thirst will finally be quenched.
From one girl to the other in vain,
Seeking nothing but true love.
The disco-***** can even stiffen a stick,
The naughty-but-untouched disco-stick,
The best dancer was all the time awaited.
The Union is going to take place,
On the night of disco's marriage,
Its thirst will finally be quenched.
You're to teach me as well how to dance!
My HP Poem #388
©Atul Kaushal
My HP Poem #388
©Atul Kaushal
Petal pie
Apr 2014
I think I'll go for
A disco nap
A nap inside a disco?!
you wonder.
No it's just a little
afternoon snooze
to avert the rising
tide of blues
And put my dizzy
thoughts asunder.
A little period of rest
will I hope
bring out my best
allow my mind to
float and dream
of fairytales
And seas that gleam
And when I wake
at a time that suits
I'll be refreshed
Ready to disco
In ***** boots!
A disco nap
A nap inside a disco?!
you wonder.
No it's just a little
afternoon snooze
to avert the rising
tide of blues
And put my dizzy
thoughts asunder.
A little period of rest
will I hope
bring out my best
allow my mind to
float and dream
of fairytales
And seas that gleam
And when I wake
at a time that suits
I'll be refreshed
Ready to disco
In ***** boots!
I must be getting older cos I love an afternoon snoozle at the weekend! X