Made To Wear & Tear Poem by Tyler Fugazzie

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Made To Wear & Tear

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Please don't make fun of how I dance
My reign as Groove Tiger is almost done

My body is made to wear clothes and tear poses
A little quirk, a little fear, a flared nose

Swaying to communicate things I don't mean
A ticket found in my shirt's front pocket

Unbuttoning a special sound to mark it as a holiday
I was placed in hot water ooch ouching to the next jerky beat

I'm slipping on a puddle of sweat left by
People huddled around hiding from my elbows

Each leg must schloop out of mud for the next big move
And there's a bunch of bootleg webs to fight my way through

I'm treading water with or without the eggbeater kick
I'm trying to map four distances from front to back

Running an eccentric marathon on tips & toes
A melodic endurance royal, loyal, totally rude

I'm trying to keep my wig still
Despite the jello motions asking for the bald spots

I am Stretch Armstrong's failed prototype
Dead Gumby, dried silly putty, JNCO jeans dummy

Made To Wear & Tear
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: body,celebration,confidence,dance,dancing,fear,human,human being,social behaviour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 11 August 2018

Well conceived and nicely brought forth in beautiful diction with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Tyler and do remain enriched.

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