Ballerina On Top Of The World Poem by Sophie Allyah

RIGHT NOW is the best time to verbalize
My AFTERSHOCK before I realized
I had DREAMS that I cannot forget
Though it may sound ridiculous for a
country like PANAMA to fret
Or to JUMP only ONCE OUTTA SPACE
And fell hard on a concrete with your face
Still, it was crazy like shooting a SPANISH FLY
with a handgun while FEELIN' high
But it was supposed to be like that
An ERUPTION of lunacy rained inside the plot

So here's one:

It is an adequate to be an ICE CREAM MAN
But it was odd to dress as a PRETTY WOMAN
Fancify as a beautiful ballerina
With people cheering me as JOSEPHINA
DANCING IN THE STREET under the moon
UNCHAINED in the teeming melody of a loon
I'm LOSS OF CONTROL, non stop spinning
INSIDE the madness of thoughts, dancing
I'm ON FIRE like a real danseuse star
With faceless audience FROM AFAR
Whirling, twirling on TOP OF THE WORLD
Like filling BEAUTIFUL GIRLS to a bottomless void
Or having a portion of the POUNDCAKE
while whiffing a joint with your friends in
AMSTERDAM for goodness sake
You may say it was GOOD ENOUGH
No, it was NOT ENOUGH
But until THE DREAM IS OVER it'll go on forever

A real nightmare.