The Karaoke Knights

A quiet revolutionary history clawing toward colonization,

Lingers within the bricks like the façade of small-town charm.

What once was a dream, becomes a reality.

But – these two girls, will be the river that bust through the brick walls.

When I put on a show

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Within the four quarters and the premium vinyl floor,

They drink and feast, and revel in the kings absent.

Not the knighted men but a crown witch.

Soon to become pillars hoisted on stiletto heels

Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage

Better be ready, hope that you feel the same

The theatrical back head tilt and rhythmic sway of the hips

their voices pitch vibrantly, a cancer to harmony.

With the last note sung, the night evaporated.

Their remnant echoes push against the brick walls.

Knights forged by the purest fluorescent flame

are now a public nuisance.

Yet, they continue to siege and pillage.

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor just like a circus.