Ackee Soup

By Giggles Anderson

A whirling dervish of sorts,
Taz Mane Domme but taller.
First time to the Dungeon.
I’m holding the Crackberry,
and dancing in a moon beam,
Orbiting like a nap Star
on day you find out
hip hop is not dead.
I thought I was far out.
Paper planes. Milk. E. Sermon
Turns out, I garnered much attention.
Dancing with the map Stars,
my planets aligned.
I floated on.
The performers sank.
I wonder how many pennies
they earned for that candy.
I was so good, smoke rose from my body,
an ovation rushed to follow.
I refused to dance again.
It might be selfish, but
When was the last time
you tried to kidnap moonlight?
Powerful, I toned my noise
down to a shiny hum.
End with a smile,
a wave of the hand.
The trophy was mine,
by crowd demand.