Jay

Your smile lets you prance, for fear of being caught, by smart tongued chit chat, make all the bean counters, you show around the course, look and turn around, what wounds you’ve lanced, singing yourself hoarse, others call it balance, when those who rant, make you go taut, forget their glib answers, hold your nerve and ask, is this what they’re taught, sip vodka from a flask, regret those missed chances, work out the score, how to turn it around, don’t try to dance, those who are caught, will always fly to France, their eyes frozen.