
A Weird Awkward Moment Of PoetryThis is a fictitious game of words and numbers;A Weird Awkward Moment Of Poetry by ~Essoe
played by a strange group.
With rhythm and beat as our masters,
skillful like Gregorian chanters we keep moving.
Roof tops,
black tops,
high tops.
Good streets and in-town beats.
Guys and their hoops.
Girls in boots.
Strange games played by strange groups.
Art on walls and nice kicks.
Kicks.
Kicks.
Take your pick.
High kick,
low kick,
bicycle kick.
Keep moving.
Faster and faster.
Wind will not stop us now.
What strange beats.
What strange rhythms.
Us at the end of town.
Where are we now?