Cure

Who doesn’t    
Imagine      
The stories      
That closed doors      
Just might be      
Able to tell;      
So they      
Threw down      
Waiting      
For the hard      
Wood floors      
To cure      
From        
The first installment      
Of George Kranz’s      
Din Daa Daa      
Since rhythm      
Was a user      
And everyone      
Knew that/      
But if I was      
Old enough      
To be sent      
To class on my own,      
Then I was old enough      
To hit you up      
With my own      
Subversive      
Combinations      
For you to play it      
Back to me      
And all I remember      
Seeing were      
White hands      
Choke that belt      
Like my Mother      
To see whose fastest.      
(And it sure as hell wasn’t me)      
       
#Joel Hall #Kicked Your Ass #All Around the Room #Bruised Ego #Breakdancing #Dance Teacher