Flashlight

Strut, strut, strut, turn

Lift chin, belligerent stare, hold poise, turn.

Step back, right under the damn flashlight, pointed stare … here’s your photo op

Now turn and let’s flail the tail.

Poetry in motion babe, no another turn, nope wait, wait, let the suspense build … now.

Motionless, motionless, wait for them to drop those cameras … nothing going on here folks.

That’s it, now flick that tongue, Gene Simmons eat your heart out.

Yep, you whip those cameras up, out, in, out … in.

Hah, can’t get the photo, can you?  Suckers.

Hold, now dignified stalk away… amateurs

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