this is our way
the only way
you have to jump with us
or stand without a clan
don’t fancy jumping?
then sing!
wail like a cat in heat
or stand alone in the street
this is our way
the insanest way
jump and wail with us
or stand alone with your gran
don’t fancy singing?
then bang!
mix sweat and blood and beat
or stand alone and miss a treat
this is our way
the violent way
jump the shark with us
or stand apart you boob man
don’t fancy sharking?
then drop dead!
lay and suck on angel teat
as we trample you with our feet
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
Those were the days, headbanging to Motorhead, I once touched Lemmy’s’ left shoe and for just one second I was the Ace of Spades.
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Holy crap! You were in proximity to greatness there! 😮
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The one and only time I had front row seats. 😀
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I think the last time I was in a mosh pit was at The Ritz, in New York City, in 1993. I’m like your words. mattramzzz.wordpress.com/about
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Thanks so much, my friend. That must have been quite the experience!
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I love this poem. You captured how I feel about dancing perfectly. Ima print it out and hang it on the fridge next to “Five Houses Down”.
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Thanks so much for that, Jeff. Your kind words are worth printing out and sticking on our fridge. That’s how encouraging they are to us! 😀
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Lol. I don’t know which concerts you are going to, but consider me in for the next.
Oh! Is it okay if I wear bright pink tee shirt with glittery stars?
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But of course, daaahhh-ling! 😛
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Now this is art!
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Why thank you ma’am! 😀
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