"My Disco Life"

“My Disco Life”

 

My head hurts like a warehouse,

It’s the size of a mouse.

I have to fit a sixteen wheeler inside,

But there’s not enough room even outside.

There’s just no room to spare,

Not even a place to sit in despair.

I wish I could meet David Bowie,

And tell him that my name is Zoe.

I could tell him I’ve seen just about everything,

And even the hurricane named Irene.

I thought I saw a guitar player named Ziggy,

But instead I saw a bass player named Twiggy.

The Disco King knighted me,

He liked my dancing a lot, really!

Apparently my only flaw,

Is that I want to draw.

Everyone wants to control my life,

And make me into a knife.

Cold, sharp,

And ready to cut the freely singing harp.

I am a rebel,

I tear my dresses and I don’t use a Dell.

This world is such an oddity,

That I can hardly believe that it is reality.

 

Written by Zoe Anne

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Everyone wants to control my life,
And make me into a knife.
Cold, sharp,
And ready to cut the freely singing harp
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