The Clubber

Poem By James Lee Watts

As the beat thrusts through my feet,
I can’t stop this heavy beat,
I feel so weird I can’t explain,
My feet have moved and I can’t feel the pain,

As the next track hits my ears,
I tell my mates to get in the beers,
Is this a rush or is this real,
The dance floor, no one can steal,

The one thing that is mine,
The one place where I really shine,
My heart beats fast all night long,
Because of that beat bursting song.

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