I am like a popcorn kernel popping in the microwave.
By: Elias Dorsey
I'm popping in the box of heat.
When I explode its quite a feat.
I hit the ceiling and touch the floor.
The crowd keeps shouting "we want more."
I dance and scream and shout with glee, but mostly because I have to pee.
I'm the life of the party, the peanut to your butter, when it comes to me there is no other.
The music is pounding in my ear, it starts to become hard to hear.
I wave goodbye and shout ole.
As I contemplate coming back another day.
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