Moving

Get moving, get grooving
Do not censor do not stop
Keep on writing, keep on typing
Until your movement floats aloft

This poem is to move me
Hopefully it moves you too
Not in any sentimental way
But if it does that whoopdi-do

Keep nothing, give it all
Make sense later, do not fall
For any traps or tricks of sorts
Keep on moving in your shorts

Poems need not be serious
They can be silly and goosey too
Whatever that means to you
Dear friend of internet stew

Now this poem makes no sense
But for a little recompense
I give you one last final test
Can you move now like the rest?

Emanuel Caparelli