MACARENA SHOES

Macarena Shoes

"most people doing the Macarena: 1,541"--U.K. Guardian, Thursday 17 November 2011


No coincidence the wrist:
a.k.a. most chismoso of the appendages.

Or, that a tier of Filipino inmates
could be coerced by Warden-Michael-Jackson-Fan
to execute the monster dance jamboree in “Thriller.”

Entonces, only in group dances do we jump
as one packet of certifiable, concerted entity?

Como es que hacen en Pyongyang, pues?

Or, perhaps, the answer is quite simple: they do it in Pyongyang
with state-issued Macarena Shoes.

O.K., then, my Macarena Shoes are assault slippers
that glissade vibratto fuzzicles of Amphibian Television.
that jete from Fad-Dance Tendons to Phalanges of Increasing Gusto.

No, sir, my Macarena Shoes move smoov', unbound by Physics,
deployed by Wizards on Alchemy Campuses, sought by several
low-level distributors.

My Macarena Shoes engender moves.
And, moves sleep deep in the bussoms of Boys
despite the consternation of fey shoulders.

Latchkey kids feel me on this: the minute the tumbler released
the bolt for me to enter my unattended home my moves became inspired,
and I swore I could move like a Belizean named Dunbar Bradley
or Basil Edgar Thomas.