Do You?

All the cupcakes,
and red wines of the world,
couldn't let me loose.

I try and stumble throughout this dark bar,
but my friends keep pulling me back to the sticky,wet, table.

Why, oh why, can't we move about so freely,
like I did when I was a little child.

No, there's got to be more to life than cheap beer,
and free thinking college aged kids,
peeling the labels from the bottle.

There's a whole wide world out there,
waiting for us to change it,
not in a political way,
but an artistic one.

Who's to say where we should live,
how to dress,
or who to love?

I can't seem to get these monolithic melodies out of my head,
as the jukebox screams out Nina with her soulful, emotions,
not even Jesus Christ on the cross could have understood.

Buddha barbecues with Allah,
while Jesus plays guitar, serenading Marilyn Monroe and Osiris.

Aphrodite dirty dances with James Dean,
while Sammy Davis Junior, plays a game of dice with Zeus.

These classic, fairy tale, religious dieties can have my soul.

I lost it long ago in Las Vegas to a man named Ateo

Two shots of bourbon and a line of coke, did me in.

I woke up alone and naked, but self aware and care free.

I never regretted it, nor wanted it to be special.

Now I was special, because I had life experience and a good story to tell over others pity parties.

To answer your question,
yes, girl, you move the fuck out of me.