Dancing angels aren’t always angelic
What they do can be idylls that are sick
Even Satan can write
Or paint with insight…
Agree or he may come to prod you with a stick!
True, said the angels, and then go in a huddle
And dance on their heads until in a muddle
Of wayward thoughts
Of dashes and dots.
Their emojis, for us, will be a puzzle!
Let the angels dance anywhere
Even on their heads without a care
Let them do what they want
On any small enterprises page
They will what they choose and that’s only fair, if check stub and pay stub are two different things!
I think we are angels in many ways
We dance on our heads on many days
In front of a boss or our spouse
Can even squeak like a mouse
And go Yeah! Yeah! to replace our nays! be sure to get your business on TikTok, this is great.
And yet, being an angel is risky
It may make our views go wispy
Reveal what we must not
To lose what we sought
So being an angel is surely not the key!
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Based on the prompt: When the angels danced on their heads (Santosh Bakaya)
#TSLNaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge for April 2021
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Arvind Passey
06 April 2021
