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