Have you ever felt it? That
rapture, that deep unfaltering
funk beating deep within the very bowels of your
soul? It's the compulsion, the
urge if you will, to dance, to
boogie, to
strut your stuff before amassed crowds of bedazzled (or more likely bewildered) spectators. It drives you to
waltz, to
rumba, to
twist and yes, to
shake until you can
shake no more. Its
primal rhythm has
seized my
frail form many a time.
It's too bad I can't dance, not even nearly.