Marching, dancing,
marching is best.
Ding-a-ling Walmart,
Bad, slick, bad,
perceiving this, no,
but fire trucks,
purple batons,
up and down,
hammer down,
backbeat,
up and light.
Forward, nowhere here,
up and down,
and pissy pimping,
creepy-crawly,
finding truths,
exploring delight.
But you are blind
so the engines
keep on pumping
up and down.
Spirit floats
above the wet blankets,
and the Walmart ceiling
will not be safe.