Freestyle-Dance In A Room-Full Club in Sibiu (Romania)
You think learning how to dance is a skill, but how would you do it while drunk? That’s a whole new level of art form! It’s like trying to paint a masterpiece with a brush with too many dips in the paint pot.
Learning to dance took me years of practicing on my own. Dance is like poetry; the lyrics below reflect the estate of that night; I am the author of them!
It was such a hot day
that day 23, in May
And it was long and hot
because, believe it or not,
before that I was making your fries,
despite my boss being boss in disguise
Maybe you remember or not
How could I remember it? Not!
of course, I don't know why
because of too many "sauce-sauce."
some colleague just cried!
Someone said "Receive it, Lord!"
It was a N+1 drink
Like many more before that
And after that
We carried our boss outside
His tyres were tired
His mouth was full, like
A goose-snail spitting
chloroform
and burping foam
like a red reindeer on a tie!
Who said something that
Sometimes even when they (bosses)
say that you should be fired
there's a night, like a valse
when you dipped all your money
and clothes
in expensive booze
and someone hopped you in a taxi
and delivered you home
like a sick pasta
forgotten under the mattress.
