A Slave to Sound

There are many things

that course through my veins,

A few of which

have me shackled in chains,

But I'll tell you something-

I'm the happiest slave,

For my master is

the sound that I crave

You may have heard of it-

it's called the DUBSTEP*,

I guarantee you right now I'm a #1 rep.

Hey you, yeah you DJ!-

I've got the tourniquet tie,

But you've got the needle-

You make me get high

As mentioned before,

It's in my blood red and real,

Just look at my face-

Can you tell what I feel?

I don't think you can call

What I do a dance,

More like a turbulent, frenzied romance

Alright, I'll be honest-

I'm a true dubstep whore,

I dance so damn hard

that I break the foor

Oh wait up one sec-

Whore aint the right name,

Cause I don't get paid

for my ground-stomping game

Like a popper in bed,

Cozied up with his pills,

Like a wino with bottles

Of endless stained thrills

It's not for the kicks

not glory, nor frills

I'm an addict, I tell you-

My vice tried and true,

And if it courses through your veins,

Then we're related- who knew?!

* Dubstep: a genre of electronic music born in the late 1990's in London. The author is no longer a slave to Dubstep, but a place in her heart for the genre still remains.

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This was written in 3 hours of stupid LA traffic in the Autumn of 2009.