Confessions of a Redundant Man

Sycophant rumblings on the vibro phone
and women dance
to the beats of vibrant jiggling
as buzzes hum and
wiggles win all in the name of
SEXUALITY
dance bitch
dance you sexy bastard
let it all hang out
like Mr. Rogers in a world
where there is no video
but only reality
intertwined with the impulse
of music under the shadow
of a willow that has never weeped
for the man typing these pieces
with the visage of a lonely man
and the guise of one far less lonely