They All Went

Toes. Heels. Toes.

Slap jack slap.

Hit ping hit

The director goes just like that.

Step ball chain

Wham bam thanks

Chit chat bang

The dancer goes just like that.

Crunch cross crank

Little ships sank

Cross fires melt in lava.

Bees sting in honey jam.

The keeper goes just like that.

Poof rant slide

Hit home and wind

One session at a time

The player goes just like that

Cut blood and bandaids

Smile it’s Saturday

You look great now go your way

The stylist goes just like that.

Speak play loudly

Music all around me

Speakers bust on out

The Dj goes just like that

Key to the door

You want more?

Perfect landscape

2 story Jones perfection

The agent goes just like that

Sirens blue lights and handcuffs clink

Sober one but over 15

Wreck-less driver. Ticket writer

The officer goes just like that

Bloody hands. Torn wraps and boxing gloves

Muscles tight. One more night to fight for the golden one.

The fighter goes just like that.

Oil in the eyes. Burnt finger. Stove is hot.

Everyone’s happy with what they got.

Burgers cooking. Fries in the pan. Never enough money though.

The cook goes just like that.

Ruler bent. Chalk outlines. Red ink and paper in between the lines.

Smart mouths and wiggly kids. Desks for miles. Clock stand still. Disorder.

The teacher goes just like that.

Mop. Sweep. Fold.

Wash dry And spin cycle .

Mr clean. Come get me at 4.

Hair a mess. Never in curls.

The mom goes just like that.

Fingers ache. Eyes burn. Loneliness takes over. Will this ever be done?

Writers block. Bird sits on the window. You get back to it. The story must go on.

The writer goes just like that.

And they all went just like that.